So, here’s a little tale of spontaneity, nature, and the universe really knowing how to play.
We decided — on a whim — to do a pure digital detox: 2 days, no screens, no emails, just us, the hills, and a glamping pod on the Isle of Mull. The only thing we checked? “Will there be a storm?”
Answer: Yes — but only on the day we leave.
So we packed: boots, books, snacks (so many snacks), and a hopeful heart.
Day 1:
The drive was lovely — winding roads, misty hills, and then… a herd of deer.
But the roads were narrow, the light fading, and we had to keep going.
Disappointed? A little.
But we reached our pod, played board games, and slept like logs.
Day 2:
Woke up to a view that made me gasp — lake, hills, mist, peace.
And then — three deer — right at the front of the pod, grazing like they owned the place.
I squealed. My daughter laughed.
We spent the day exploring the north of the island — stopping at every scenic spot, snapping photos, and watching people swim in the sea and lakes.
Inspired? Absolutely.
So on Day 3, we braved the cold.
Knee-deep in icy water? Check.
Shivering? Check.
Regret? Nope.
We’d done it. And next time? Deeper.
Day 3 (Evening):
Still no eagles.
We were starting to think the island’s nickname was just a marketing ploy.
Then — whoosh — a golden eagle flew so low in front of the car, just a few feet away.
We all screamed.
“EAGLE!”
“YES! IT’S REAL!”
“THE UNIVERSE HEARD US!”
And just as we were still buzzing…
Three deer — two females, one male — leapt across the road right in front of us.
No photo. No time.
But the moment? Priceless.
Day 4:
We drove home through the storm.
Our prayers — “Please, let it wait until we’re back” — were answered.
The rain came after we’d left.
Perfect.
🌟 The Takeaway (Because I Can’t Resist):
When you really want something — not just “I’d like to” but “I need this” — the universe leans in.
It doesn’t always give you what you expect.
But it gives you something — often better.
Deer. Eagles. Cold water. A storm that waits.
And a reminder:
Sometimes, the best plans are the ones you don’t make at all.
P.S.
Still not cleaning up the garden bits.
But I did bring back a little piece of Mull.
And a whole lot of peace.