In the universe, I trust.

We all have to cross bridges in our lives.

It seems my time in Scotland is going to be short lived, yesterday I sustained an injury on my hypermobile hip joint while out walking. This is preventing me from working so it does not make sense for me to stay here especially if I cannot move my leg!

The walk the injury was developed on was filled with all the incredible beauty you would expect to see in the Highlands. The Scottish air is refreshingly crisp and being the only person for miles it is blissfully peaceful.

Remnants of an old pine forest.

The shrubs of heather stretch out as far as the eye can see, and amongst the foliage there is an assortment of wildlife awaiting to be seen. The rivers and streams meander over the land creating that luscious sound of continuously flowing water.

Our vital source of life crashing over rocks.

I love being out here alone and away from the societal issues we are faced with in these uncertain times. Out here in the hills, there is no judgement, just curious critters wondering who this strange 6ft 4in mammal is that walks on, not four, but two legs is!

I see Ewe…

The excitement I get when I am walking areas I have not explored before is the same excitement I get when I head to a new country or culture. It is about entering into the world of the unknown, where expectations are dissolved and disappointment non existent, a journey of discovery, internally and externally.

I can get carried away when I walk though, I never wish to stop, which is the way I felt about travelling once I began doing that in 2011.

I love staring into the darkness of a forest wondering what woodland creatures are contained within!

This walk is no exception. I decide, under the impression that I have work at 6, to walk through to Kingussie after seeing a sign stating it is three and a half miles away. I trek over streams, alongside forests, through heather and swamp until I reach Loch Gynack.

Loch Gynack.

This is a small loch in comparison to some of the other lochs I have been blessed to have laid eyes upon in this life, but just as majestic nonetheless. I continue the path through wilderness and woods until I reach a waypoint on the far side of the loch.

What to do?

It is here it dawns on me that, I got my start time mixed up and I am meant to be in at five. My heart desires to reach the top of Craeg Bheag as there is no better feeling than to reach the summit of a peak and stare out across the land you have just traversed.

I look to my clock and it is 15:10, I have an hour and ten minutes to make it back to Newtonmore. I do not linger long and decide I cannot deny my hearts wishes and begin my ascent immediately.

It is not long until I reach the top, I do not see a path heading down the other side and into Kingussie so I must go back the way I came. This time I must move with speed as it is now 15:30 and I am not sure on what time public transport in Kingussie heads to Newtonmore.

As it is my second shift I decide I cannot be late and begin my race against time. I start running down the side of the Craeg.

Long story short I made it for work, however, I decided to film this part of my adventure so you can watch the video ‘Better not be late’ on my YouTube channel Wandering Spirit. It is quite entertaining actually, I hope you enjoy it.

So last night I couldn’t sleep as the pain was unbearable, today I am unable to move my leg without having shooting and throbbing pains unleashed upon me. I have been to see a doctor who has said I need to rest it for a couple of weeks and then go back if it is still just as bad in a week.

Upon telling my employer he says it will just be best if I go home in this case, I watch the cloud roll in as, for me, this is financially tragic. I am not going to worry myself about my situation for there is no need, I know every cloud has a silver lining even if it is not made visible for an unknown period of time and for me that is the deepest reason as to why patience truly is a virtue.

Like many of times in the past, I put my trust in the universe for it is all I can do as I stare unemployment in the face again.

Back in the Highlands!

It feels great to be back in the Highlands! As I sit here gazing out the window of the train, reflecting my last journey up here and how important that phase of my life shaped up to be.

At the time I was gripped by a pretty harsh psychosis, it rendered me vulnerable to the world and very nearly took my life. It is the hardest test I have undergone in this life and I am grateful to sit here now, over a year later, being able to relay this enlightening experience.

Just when I needed an escape a fleeting voice passed through my inner ears guiding me to Scotland. “Live in job rural Scotland” was all the voice had said. Immediately I punched this into the almighty Google search and found myself applying for various vacancies.

An hour later I was exchanging emails with a self made hotelier Ian. After a few emails and a phone call he wished to employ me at The Ardeonaig Hotel situated on the Eastern shores of Loch Tay.

Upon arriving to the Ardeonaig, I was beginning to feel the grip of the demons loosen almost immediately. The place was fit for Kings and Queens, Gods and Goddesses and people of hierarchical importance. The place screamed elegance!

After my initial tour of the building I ventured into the gardens on my own and down to the jetty which offers the most incredible panoramic view of Loch Tay and the surrounding mountains!

It was autumn and the trees were displaying all the colours of the rainbow. It was at this moment I felt my whole body tingle as all of my pain and anguish was released from me and the demons blew away in the wind, as the angles descended they created ripples that stretched the entire expanse of the lake.

I looked to the skies and thanked the universe for; the excruciating test, the intuition, the strength, the willingness, the demons, the angels; for listening, for protecting me and for everything else in this world, good or bad.

I recalled in this moment a time not so long before spent with two people of great importance to me at Ashton Court in Bristol. It was here I was temporarily relaxed, surrounded by nature telling my companions how this is what I needed, some solitude in the mountains surrounded by rivers, lakes and trees. I thanked the universe over and over again.

I managed seven months before my wandering spirit was called back to adventure, this time I was pulled towards AndalucĂ­a, to meet a friend of mine to research permaculture and ecological living.

To this day I am not sure Ian will ever understand how much he helped me, how he took my arm and pulled me up from the depths of despair, a true saint. To him and his family I owe my thanks for providing the desperately needed solitude my soul craved.

This time round I am heading deeper into the Highlands for my next adventure, awaiting to be shown signs for my next path and to be engulfed by the magical aura of the snow capped peaks that cover the land.