: I'm packed and we're leaving Plockton
I don't really have words to say how wonderful the ceremony was yesterday. But at the dinner, afterwards, one of their oldest friends (I mean in age: chronologically, I'm one of their oldest friends, having known RiK for 25 years...) got up and made a short speech about how privileged we all felt to have been invited and to have been there, and then we all toasted them, and it was... well again: no words.
I fell in love with Plockton. I want to come back. If I go downstairs now and pay, I have an hour or more before we actually have to leave which I can spend wandering around and taking more photographs, so I'm going to do that. And we're going to Skye too, today.
Next time I'm going to pack walking shoes and work off these magnificent breakfasts and dinners in walking.

Tags: being queer, films, friendship
I don't really have words to say how wonderful the ceremony was yesterday. But at the dinner, afterwards, one of their oldest friends (I mean in age: chronologically, I'm one of their oldest friends, having known RiK for 25 years...) got up and made a short speech about how privileged we all felt to have been invited and to have been there, and then we all toasted them, and it was... well again: no words.
I fell in love with Plockton. I want to come back. If I go downstairs now and pay, I have an hour or more before we actually have to leave which I can spend wandering around and taking more photographs, so I'm going to do that. And we're going to Skye too, today.
Next time I'm going to pack walking shoes and work off these magnificent breakfasts and dinners in walking.

Current Mood:
peaceful
