We’re coming to the end of what seems like a busy summer on the island – lots of visitors, lots of busy boats and planes and lots of unsettled weather. Summers don’t seem the same – or perhaps it’s a trick of memory.
As a child I can remember endless days of sunshine. Favourite activities were running through long grass trailing a stick, lying under trees in the shade, squashing tar bubbles at the side of the road and sucking orange Jubblies. Less idyllic activites involved impaling myself on barbed wire, picking road gravel out of my knees after a spill on the bike and falling out of trees into ‘tramps hats’.
Visitors to the island seem to enjoy the peace and quiet – and they tell me they experience ‘elastic’ time where days all roll together and keeping track of where they are in the week becomes impossible.
Perhaps on the island we haven’t altogether lost those ‘Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer’ that Charles Tobias wrote about in 1963.
MUST come and do one of those hazy crazy summers. I drove down to Cornwall this summer, so the trip to Oban doesn't seem so daunting now!
I remember Jubblies too ... lighting fires to cook dinner in the woods ... out walking and playing all day ... Thanks Colin. :-)
Posted by: Liz Marshall | August 25, 2011 at 09:59 AM