The following is an article I wrote for the Loch a’ Tuath News when I joined as a contributor this year. I decided to call my wee space in the paper Litir Dhachaigh, which means A Letter Home. If you’re anything like me, you can’t remember the last time you received a letter that was about something other than bills or deals at the local supermarket.
But there is something really special about a letter. Perhaps it’s the fact that you know the author took time out of their day to think about you. Or that you know that someone carefully crafted their words in order to make the sort of connection only words on paper can allow. Being asked to contribute to my local newspaper was a lovely honour and I’m glad that I can let everyone back home know that, even in the noise and clamour of the Big City, I think of them often.
Where I’m from depends on who’s asking. I’m a Scot, a Gael, an islander, a Leòdhasach. The need for a swift change of identity is not an unfamiliar experience for those of us who live away from the island. Regardless of which hat I have to wear though, there’s one title I’m always proud to use: Bacach.