Don't get excited, I haven't escaped the sofa and headed off to a sunny beach somewhere romantic possibly with The Man on my arm. No, no here I am on the sofa reworking my blog and fluttering through photo albums on my lap top.
This one really struck me. It is not some foreign beach far, far away. This is the famous 'White sands of Morar' beach near Arisaig in the highlands of Scotland. Wouldn't you just love to live in that little white house on the other side of the water.
Idgy and I spent two short holidays up there with friends a few years ago. in fact these photos were taken exactly three years ago this week.
Memories, images, all tied up with the ribbons of the past. I can smell the sea, I can feel the peeling paint on that old door.
I remember us all running in silly confusion on that beach. It was the same beach featured in 'Chariots of Fire' and in 'Local Hero', one really felt the urge to run along the miles of silver white sand.
BBQs on the beach, walking in the woods. Then you remember the less than favourable aspects – midges – the scourge of Scotland.
Ah to dream……..