Home in Autumn

I left the hotel in Muscat at 4 this mooring and 14 hours later I was home in Scotkand.

For much of the journey, I was accompanied in the next seat by a delightful 18 month old wee boy determined to explore the world around him. Sleep was hard.

I was greeted by rain. I am not complaining. The garden is turning to Autumn and the berries in the rowan trees are glorious. But it was a case of running out, quick snap and back in.

There is nothing more tiring than journey tiring.