We peel onto the single track from Kinlochewe, removing any residue of tall tales that might spoil the flavour. Goodwill seasons a wave of hands and smiles. We pull over to let others pass and can already smell the sea. Other travellers pull over to let us go by. We share an appetite for peace. Laughter spills from our cars when Japanese visitors realise we were both waiting for the other to pass from either side of a blind corner.
gorse blooming
mirrors the sakura
spring blessings