A roundabout. Traffic lights. A railway station. Roads wide enough for two cars to pass without one of them pulling over; trees tall enough to walk underneath: I must be on the mainland!
Indeed I am, having arrived back home in Northumberland. I decided the time was right, and the visit to Orkney will be for another time. Re-entry to ‘normal life’ will be a gradual process.
There are abundant rowan berries everywhere; the first sign of autumn as my mum used to say.
But this is not quite the end of the blog – there are still more string stories to share that I didn’t have time for while on the road, so watch this space…