As the sun goes down behind the pines I find myself wondering what I am doing here.
I realised this morning that I don’t really believe in holidays and yet, here I am, away from home, in Scotland.
I like cerebral pursuits, and yet I walked for mile after mile this afternoon only to reach a broken bridge. I had to turn back.
I go away to get away from where I was instead of going towards where I am going. And so, as the sun continues to set, I continue to consider what I am I doing here.