My favorite little seaside village, Pittemweem, Scotland

I am beginning to feel a bit homesick for the land of heather, bagpipes and haggis. It's been 2-1/2 years and it's killin' me. Perhaps next year. :-)

I miss the quiet, calm lifestyle. I miss the North Sea and the River Tay. I miss the Firth of Forth and the neighborhood pub. I miss Bill & Elspeth, JoAnna, Katy, Daniel, Jared, Steve, Carol, Louise, Emma and Danny. I've dying to see Louise's little Millie who will be 2 in June. When I left she was just a tiny little girl in an ultrasound photo.

I need to get back to Whitby, England and hang out with Christine. Climb the 199 steps to St. Hilda's mount. To walk the land St Hilda walked.

I wanna return to the Holy Island of Lindisfarne where St Cuthbert & St. Aidan were. To walk the ground, to walk the seashore and get the fresh lobster from the fisherman and have a pub owner cook it up. Oh so sweet.

I shall wait. But my heart is definetly longing to return.