A train trip, Narratives and the sky

 For a few days last week Barry and I hit the train tracks and went on a wee adventure. My Dad had recommended the train trip from Inverness to Kyle of Lochalsh and really thought we should do it sometime. And finally, we got around to doing it.

We caught the train from Thurso in the North to Dingwall and stayed overnight there. On Thursday morning we wandered around Dingwall and found some lovely shops and food. On Thursday afternoon we caught the train across to the Kyle of Lochalsh.

At first we thought, oh yes, this is quite nice, but we weren't stunned. Gradually the high mountains appeared and rivers and some waterfalls, so it was getting interesting and quite lovely.

And then the sights came thick and fast. You know when you are always tapping somebody's shoulder or arm saying - oh look at that! Yep, I was glued to the windows by then.

The day was sunny and still, so we absolutely had the best of it.

And the bridge to Skye, from Kyle of Lochalsh was our end point...we had fish and chips outside as we watched the sun set. Pure bliss.

On Friday morning, we had to catch the early train as our mid morning train had been cancelled. That meant it was deepest dark at 5am when we rose, and still deeply dark by 6am when the train left, and still deep dark for about another hour or so, so we never saw the magnificent part of the trip again!

Waiting at the train station.

The two of us reflected...

As one exhibition ends, another one opens on the other side of the world. In our town of Maleny - there are 27 fabulous artists' books on show until 20 October. My book "Lost for Words" is part of it and tells the story in its own quiet way of how it feels to lose one's words...

And a final random thing for the post - last night I got another Aurora alert on my phone and thought I would check it out, even tho the sky was covered in cloud, 100%.

I was intrigued to discover no dancing, and no shimmering, and not many gradations, just this eerie green in the sky...

Fascinating!