Summer Weaving

March 17, 2026

My previous post was set in the depths of winter, with snow on the Isle of Skye. Now I’m going to throw you around a little bit until you land in late summer, last year. It’s pretty handy for me looking back on these shots today…. it feels like winter will never end at the minute. I can’t remember the grass being that long, or seeing little flowers in it, or leaves on the willow trees, let alone a spittle bug. I feel like I’ve been in the caravan for days, hiding from wind and rain… I can’t fathom that there was a time when I sat outside trying my hand at weaving a willow basket, or feeling confident enough to have my loom outside without it getting soaked.

These shots have reassured me.

Oh, and yes, I’m shit at making baskets.

Snow Day

February 23, 2026

I knew we’d get wind through winter on Skye, and I certainly knew we’d get rain, but I didn’t know that we’d get a thick dusting of snow that would lie all dry and powdery and welcoming. I loved our snow day. I rode my bike down hills on the croft, fearing nothing but a possible fall into the cold, cushioned by snow. I watched Steven attempt to shovel a track through the car park of Lean To coffee by hand, and only getting as far as the gate. I was reminded of winter in the Cairngorms, when I lived in my little caravan and I had to constantly brush thick snow off the roof, and off the awning so it didn’t collapse under the weight.

I like snow days.

Secrets & Memories

February 10, 2026

One of my favourite things about slow travel and immersing yourself in an area, is getting to know the secret spots. You won’t find them on any websites or instagram reels (five gems you should visit on the Isle of Skye!), you’ll hear about them after being somewhere for months, or years, through word of mouth and getting to know people. The people who have lived their whole lives, and spent their days trodding the hills, driving every road, knowing the place like the back of their hand and protecting the unknown spots from the checklist tourists, but dropping them into conversation once you’ve become known enough. And on that note, I’ll not say too much about where I took these photos, but it’s somewhere I never would have found myself.

I spotted this car a year or so ago, parked up in a village car park, looking very very abandoned but with a huge sign in the windscreen saying ‘NOT ABANDONED’ (I don’t believe you).

A few months ago, some construction work started in that car park, and we stumbled upon the car in a different spot… dragged away by the frustrated workers who needed the space cleared. The car still hadn’t been claimed, and I think at that point is became clear the car, including the cardboard sign saying otherwise, was definitely just a distant memory to someone.