Safely home, tucked into my very own bed, a bit of sleep and then up and restless and brewing tea in the dark. My Circadian rhythm has me back in Scotland. In my little bits of sleep I dreamed of moss and ferns and tall trees and lochs and gravel paths and canals and of being wrapped in the freshest of scents. I have lived in the midst of magic and I hope I won’t ever forget what it felt like…