Soon I’ll be travelling to the other side of the world to see my firstborn for the first time in two years. It will be summer, so far north that the days will be as long as the endless dark of our winter nights.
We’ll have time to be in holiday mode, to explore using a hire car, to visit places like the churchyard of Kilbirnie Auld Kirk where my great grandfather, Henry Buchan, is buried. He was the reverend there for 32 years in the early 1900s. Buchan’s daughter Jessie, my grandmother, left her family in this place to travel far away to New Zealand, to marry, have four children and live out her days. One of those four was Jessie, my mother.
The separation from family Jessie Buchan endured makes my two years pale by comparison. But the prospect of connecting with this place and these people in summer time has a powerful attraction. The faces of a line of women are drawn together in this journey.
The experience of those two weeks is captured in two photo books. Here’s “Week One – Away to the Highlands”.