When walking along a very familiar beach, with very familiar people, watching a very familiar sunset, a very old familiar song popped in to my head.
"Feels like home to me. Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from."
And that was right, that is right. But the strange thing is, it's also right that I'm leaving this place.
No more familiar walks along the Machair watching the sunset with these people again. Not like this anyway.