A boat cruise, picture it if you can. It was sudden, as in I hadn’t forward planned it weeks, months before, so I had needs to adjust my seating and the hold on my phone when that offer landed in my ear (the good one). I alerted, as you might imagine, suddenly on the spot. Decision. Choice. Adventure. Oh, I get that one, the last. I love adventure, but I have found, in recent years, that my woohoo is somewhat deflated like an balloon at my feet, and requiring CPR or a foot pump at the very least. And yet, and this yet thing still can firework me, I found a sparkle, a dynamic in my heart that is still pumping. Go for it. And so, I said yes.

And then panicked, thought the whole thing down, told myself I couldn’t, whilst the ‘could’ in me swanked about like a town crier telling everyone I was off on a mini cruise, spontaneous and wotwot and let’s just go. Everyone being just me, of course.

So I went, I arrived and there I was on a mini cruise and immediately engaging with the other guests who had come from everywhere else and were just as bug eyed as was I, and then we boarded and the welcome was warm and wonderful and on we went in this warm and wonderful state over jabbly seas to the calm of the Cairns of Coll, scrunched our bare feet over shell sand and bird flight and not a human for bloody miles and the sky wide and inviting. And the time we had together, the strangers and I, we met, just a bump, but a meet nonetheless, and, because we have all experienced the wild , the truly wild, the uninhabited wild, we met there and we know it, and there is a beautiful flower we all saw, just then, just for a moment, out there.