Posted by Tania Kindersley.
All I can say is: HOME HOME HOME HOME.
There is a reason that is all I can say. Had to go the long way round, since all the mountain roads were blocked. Had to do it in one go, since there was such weather coming in that I feared I might literally not arrive at my front door until the week after next. Had to get up at five in order to do that. Drove the last forty miles on roads thick with snow, where no gritter had been, nor snow plough neither, as the dark fell and the temperature plummeted to minus five, minus six, minus seven. There was one moment where I thought I would not make it, but would have to set up camp or rely on the kindness of strangers.
Hard to tell who was more pleased to see that I was not dead in a ditch: mother, or dogs. The heavenly stepfather poured restorative vodka down my throat, and sent me home with celebratory boxes of Bonios. (Since of course that is all I eat.)
You can see I am making no sense at all. Eleven hours on the road in this weather is too much. But I was never so pleased to see Scotland, in all her glittery wintry glory. Thank you for all your well wishes; I needed every one.
Full update on Monday, once I am human again.