So today the truck is piled with stuff, a pink kyack on top and a myriad of gear in the pick-up back plus somethings squeezed into the cab, just enough room for me and the dogs and my toothbrush.
The truck is being sold with the farm so the lettering can stay! The new owners don't have a collie so the picture may be a bit irrelevant but the ghosts of our 2 will run up and down the fields looking for foxes, cats, deer or frisbees.
It's a cool day but the sun brings a bit of light and warmth to my growing carrots and tomatoes. People have joked that living at the farm which is 1000feet above sea level will have been good preparation for the Highlands. Maybe but the landscape is so different that it is hard to compare. Here there are views down to the city and on a good day across to the power stations in the east. There is light and space all around.
The bungalow is wedged between others, all looking very similar. There are no views, just a small garden with too many trees. It will feel very sheltered but not, I hope, claustrophobic.
The Spey valley is lush and green with the beautiful river curving its way to the coast. The moorland is wilder and deserted with no features. The mountains to the west are grandiose, dominating the skyline for miles and looking stunning and beautiful in most weathers.
To see them, I have to walk up a hill and it takes 15 minutes. From there I have the space I will lose when moving away from here.
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