Insular beings
‘Only when I go to the mainland do I become aware of living on an island’.
It seemed an unlikely assertion. Surely, living in a community of just a hundred and twenty people with everything arriving by boat, there was a daily sense of the insular? But might he not have pointed a finger back, ‘don’t you live on an island? What awareness have you of being insular?’
Aren’t islands a matter of perspective?
A woman I knew in the North came from Cumbrae in the Firth of Clyde. Blessed …