So there I was, after my idyllic weekend - flying high, like the red kites that bid us farewell from the Welsh hills.
And the weekend didn't stop there either. An overnight stay in a plush hotel and an unhurried few hours in Edinburgh was still ahead.
Plenty of time to spend a long, leisurely lunch, catching up with my son. How good it was to see him!
And then a smooth flight home to the island, where my husband and younger son were waiting at the airport. Oh yes, I was on top of the world!
The phone was ringing as we got home - my Dad calling. But - it was one of those calls....
The Big World exploded right into mine.
Afghanistan roadside bomb kills three British soldiers
Three British soldiers have died after their armoured vehicle was hit by a roadside bomb in Helmand, Afghanistan.
The soldiers were from the Royal Highland Fusiliers, the 2nd Battalion The Royal Regiment of Scotland.
Six other soldiers were injured in the bomb blast on Tuesday. Next of kin have been informed.
The attack was on a Mastiff vehicle, deemed one of the safest. David Cameron said he would consider "carefully" how the deaths had occurred.
It is the first time British soldiers in a Mastiff vehicle, which was introduced in 2007, have been killed by a roadside bomb, the MoD said.
My nephew - my sister's boy - was injured in this incident. A real person - someone I have known since the day he was born - someone I care about. He is badly hurt, but, we have been told he will recover.
Three real families have been told different news. Three mothers will never again have lunch with their sons, an unborn baby will never know his Daddy's arms, three families will wait only one more time at an airport. This is so real - not another news story that I can shake my head sadly at, and get on with my day.
Time stopped - all merged together as we waited for news of how badly injured he was - where he was being treated - what was happening - speculating on every possible outcome. It was as if we were in a dark cave, searching for a tiny chink of light - something - anything -to reassure us that it would be OK. And, it will be.
Three worlds were shattered on this May morning, in ways I cannot begin to imagine. Ours? Well - it shifted on it axis a bit - moved out of focus, slightly - but we will huddle together for a while and steady it again. For we still have our loved one here with us - our nephew, cousin, brother, son, friend - and we are so - so very thankful.
My friend and fellow crofter, Sharon Blackie, wrote the most beautiful post, yesterday. One of those timely, yet timeless tales, which spoke directly to my heart, just when I needed it. I do believe that the Master Weaver sees the bigger picture, and, as I type this, I know that, somehow, a new and more beautiful pattern is beginning to form - even now.
Please hold these men and their families in your thoughts and prayers.