This is from a journey taken across the Country from the Isle of Skye to Aberdeen. The roads were clear. It’s the county of my birth. I visit rarely. I live on the Island now.
“If once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name…
Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how
Such change upon you came,
But – once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same!”
