I’m on a journey home to Skye from Aberdeen. I left that city by train yesterday at ten in the morning. I’m snowbound in a hotel with still a hundred miles to go to home. There is a coach due here at a quarter to eleven. I hope to get on it.
I went to a funeral. It was an occasion full of reminiscence, friends and family, sadness and celebration. I remade the acquaintance of my childhood home. This is a photograph from the train. The poem fits my mood