As I sat waiting in departures for the gate number to be announced for my plane, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was a little bit crazy.
Booking a weekend in March 2015 to the Outer Hebrides had seemed like a great idea. But now it was happening my heart was pounding.
Having met Angus in person for the first time in Glasgow 7 weeks previous, this trip was me returning the effort. I was going to spend a nice weekend off with him on his home turf.
Boarding the plane – one of those little ones that you have to peddle yourself – I settled down for the short 50-minute flight from Glasgow to Stornoway.
Angus was eagerly waiting for me in the airport terminal. When we drove out of the car park the sun was setting on that Friday evening. I knew that home for the weekend was to be Timsgarry in Uig, and that it was a 50-minute drive out of town over to the more remote rural side of the island. When we arrived at the house it was dark – really dark – pitch black dark!
No need for streetlights in a village of only 8 well spread out houses!
Dinner & a movie – it was the perfect cosy night in.
Around midnight, Angus kissed me goodnight on the doorstep and vanished into the night.
(We had what you would call an ‘old fashioned’ relationship. Fully respecting each other, we had decided that getting to know each other was the most important thing. Allowing our relationship to flourish without any pressure was important to me. Angus left me on the doorstep and wandered the 200m metres down the hill to his parent’s house!)
This is the view that greeted me the from the living room window the following morning!