I remember when we flew home after the holidays and my brother and I both had chicken pox and new green coats.
I remember when Mum got a fishing hook stuck in her forehead as we rowed out to sea.
I remember when we flew to the mainland in a plane that was so small that Dad had to sit beside the pilot.
I remember when my brother and I both got bikes for Christmas and the dizzy freedom of riding round and round the roads but going nowhere.
I remember the day Mum gave us some tomatoes and some cheese and let us go on a picnic on the old runway behind our house.
I remember late nights when the kitchen sink was full of sinister blue lobsters, and shiny mackerel about to be gutted
I remember eating peas in the garden and then chewing the pods because I liked the taste of the green juice.
I remember when we waited all night for the boat to Oban, saw it try to dock at the pier in a howling storm, give up, then turn back to the open sea.
I remember skipping across the machair to long white beaches with nobody on them.
I remember the oystercatchers and sandpipers and pewits and black-headed gulls and curlews and arctic terns.
I remember guddling in rock pools, taunting sea anemones and dislodging limpets.
This was inspired by two great posts by Nate and Jonathan.