Rushing around the stockroom, I was up to my ears with deliveries as usual. Busy, yes, but...
This is boring, I thought, miserable.
It was May 2014, and I’d been working as a stockroom processor in a clothes shop in Edinburgh for almost three years, hating every minute.
I popped out for lunch, but my mood didn’t improve.
Cars beeping, people rushing around... I’d never been much of a city girl.
‘We’ll be off on holiday next week,’ my mum Jennifer reminded me later.
Mum, my dad John and I were going back to the Orkney Islands for the second time - a group of 70 beautiful, peaceful, remote islands north of Scotland.
My little piece of heaven…
‘I can’t wait,’ I sighed.
Stepping off the plane a week later,…