Retreat to the Highlands

It sounds crazy, doesn’t it, searching for something you haven’t lost?

Was Culloden the last time a full retreat happened in the Highlands? If you’re into history you might say so. If you’re of a different bent you may disagree.
I’m at a very different sort of retreat, at a wee place on the far-side …
No, no, not that sort of image … the far side of Loch Ness and up the hill a bit, just about where the fork is on the cartoon.

Searching too?

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion …
Albert Camus

Searching? Of course. I’m here to spend time … time on myself. I arrived with a laptop, clean pyjamas and an open mind.

What about the General Election? From the odd glimpse of social media, it’s heading to a climax.
Voting is another another story. My vote is in. Wonderful thing, a postal-vote.

Highland retreat

While our country chooses the the mutha-of-all-parliaments, I’m exploring inner-space. Writing, obviously, with opportunity to:

• Network
• Meditate
• Reflect
• Discuss
• Share
• Listen
• Laugh
• Exercise
• Eat

Only the lonely?

Writing a solitary calling. Anyone who puts in effort, pencil-in-hand (hey Mark Leggatt), or at a keyboard, spends time wallowing in solitude.
Imagine, wrestling with a story or poem that may or may not want to emerge, and all alone. It’s like a trip to the dentist.
As a writer and member of the Society of Authors I had a chance to come out here. Why not? Here I am, with seasoned authors all around. Alone when I choose, engaged when I want … and with someone to hold my hand if it gets too tough.

R & R and working too

After weeks of hectic activity, I’m at ease with a nice bunch of people, nobody looking over my shoulder and can dip in or out as I please. Meals are fun with folk who know the agonies and ecstasies of creating books and poems.
I think I’ll do this again.

Mac Logan