We meet in a house build around 1930 by a Lady. She described her new house as full of light and fresh air, a joyful and peaceful place. It is indeed like that.
The furniture and objects she chose are all still there, the good literature she has been reading, her guestbook, family photos. Probably it is her photo who looks at us when we are sitting at the dinning table. The ambiance she has created tells a lot about her sensitivity, her love for nature, stones, shells, plants, artworks on the wall. She feels very familiar altough she did live in the generation of my grandparents. It is as if you can still hear her breathing and her fingerprints are everywhere.
It is like a timecapsule. I wonder why there are so many places in Scotland where the time moves in that particular way, creating islands.... and where the 'visible' and 'invisible' worlds are so close to each other.