Retreat to the Highlands

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

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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.

Watch your Bubble

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?

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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