Leaving Lothian on a frosty morning, we are soon passing the Wallace Monument in Stirling, and on to Perth, to the A9, where, for me, the journey really begins. Sharing the back seat with a boy and his otter, knitting on my knee, and a long road ahead.
The Ruthven barracks flash by, as we head past the Cairngorms, forestry plantations hiding our view, until - Inverness at last! Over the Kessock bridge, we see the boats resting in the marina, sleeping until warmer, kinder weather tempts their owners back to the water.
Turning our faces West now, we look out for the beehives at the roadside in Contin, and before we know it, the An Teallach ridge* is in front of us. The ferry arrives early, and soon we are heading out over The Minch, towards Stornoway.
And as we arrive at the croft, that glorious moon rises over the house to welcome us home again.
* I think it is An Teallach, but my mountain spotting abilities are very poor.