We are finally back in Belgium after a wonderful trip to Scotland.
I wanted to be the messenger for our family to tell you that the moment that won all the votes was the (too short) stay we had at Rodel House. Thank you again for giving us this opportunity.
Yes, we will be back.
A week has passed since our return from Harris, the magic balm applied to the soul has not been rubbed away by the customary abrasions of London life and I stil cannot fine the right or even adequate words to express the thrill of those days on the island and our gratitude to you for making them possible, for show us a glimpse of the a world which we had not imagined and for embracing us with the warmth of your hospitality.
The beauty of the sea and hills, the warmth and cultivation of the people would have been the same under any sky. But it was a special blessing (literally heavensent, since a dour Glaswegian monetary economist to whom I had mentioned the sustained brilliant skies and blazing sunlight replied that it taxed his credulity) to see them under a shining light which spliced together the hyperborean actuality before our eyes with the mental picture we (or at least I) carry of our Aegean homeland.
It was a journey in every sense of the word. Our eyes were opened.
