Dear Prime Minister, M Rogge, Lord Coe and Members of the International Olympic Committee,
I write in the earnest hope that all those with a love of sport and the Olympic spirit will consider the stain on the Five Rings that occurred when the 1936 Berlin Olympics proceeded under the exultant…
Passionate, eloquent and absolutely right.
This was me this weekend, metaphorically. Thanks to the wise words of Kitty who knows better, work, responsibilities and even editing were left behind this weekend and I benefitted from a solitary break. I’ve not gone as far as a yurt in Kyrgyzstan (thought I would love to) but I did find myself in California, Berlin, Iowa, London and that was quite enough. I’m happily rested and it’s the best Sunday night feeling. I don’t mind what the week holds now. I hope you’ve all had a good weekend too.
We’re nearly at the end of my small things series and I admit, this one is a bit of a cheat. This image of Ardvasar Bay on the Isle of Skye, THE GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH is not small, you might say. An island is big, substantial, not tiny by any estimation. This particular island is the second largest (shared with Lewis in size) in the Inner Hebrides. In relation to say, Scotland as a whole, it is small, small compared to many other places in fact, Russia, China, Canada and the United States, a mere speck on the page by comparison.
For me it is huge, fills my heart and has shaped my thinking, dominated my memories and has become a part of who I am. What is small is this image in relation to all the feelings and memories that flood through me every time I look at it. My smallest, most enormous joy - Skye.