Here it is: the old croft house, on the bluffs above the Atlantic in Breanish. I think my great grandfather built it, but I’m not really sure. Of course now I’m fascinated by it all, so hopefully in time I’ll hear all the stories and learn the history. We briefly met some cousins who live just down the road in Mangersta, Joni and Iain Buchanan, and I look forward to returning and spending some real time in this incredible place, getting to know them and others. Breanish (that’s how I’ve always seen it spelled but I notice on maps it’s Brenish, and the Gaelic is Breanais) is little more than a handful of houses, battened down against the elements near the end of the road. But it’s now one of my favorite places on Earth. Can’t wait to come back.