20 years ago today, I was in Scotland.
An excerpt from the journal I kept while traveling with Louisa around the British Isles;
'May 4th, 1989
....in Scotland, no herbicide is used on the roadsides, so all the wildflowers can bloom.
We spent the night in Oban, and it is lovely, right on the waterfront. Our hotel room faced right out over the Firth (of Lorne), we could see the Island of Mull on the horizon.'
After 20 years, recollection begins to fade around the edges a bit, but one of the clearest memories I retain of our trip was of this day 20 years ago. Of coming into our hotel room in Oban to a rush of fresh, wild sea air; Louisa had flung the screenless window wide and had pulled up a chair close to it so as to take in as much of the beautiful view as possible. I remember her sitting there, framed by this gorgeous tableau of sea and islands and small fishing boats.

Later, we walked up to a small, ruined castle which perched on a high vantage point overlooking the Firth. Twilight was descending as we climbed the crumbling spiral staircase and sat down on a ledge with our legs dangling into what once would have been the ground floor.