When I went to Scotland, tracking my ancestral roots to the glens of Loch Tay, I felt that I was discovering a lost world. It was a world of living in right relations with the land. It was a way of living as part of nature, part of habitat, even like part of a family. The family might sometimes squabble and disagree, I found. But it also did things together and generally managed to get along.
I began my journey when I had run out of things to say as a writer. In my last book, No Time, I described how in the busyness of being online so much of the time, we are losing touch with ourselves and each other, as family and friends, and becoming totally disconnected from the earth. So how to reconnect? I really had no idea.
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