It seems strange to me to start with a picture from home when writing about August, because for me, August has always meant one thing. Scotland. When my Mum’s parents were recently married, they first found a beach on the North-West coast of Scotland for their Summer Holiday, and they kept going back. My Mum and her brothers went every year as children. And I have been there with at least some members of my family every year for my whole life. We usually spend 2-4 weeks there, and often stay a few nights somewhere else in Scotland on the way up. You don’t have to know me for long to know how much I love my Summer Holidays in Scotland, and, as well as it just being a family tradition, there are various reasons why. First off it is such a stunningly beautiful part of the world: soft, golden sand; fascinatingly shaped mountains; sparkling seas and lochs; cute white houses…even in bad weather (which is a lot of the time, but not as much as you may expect) there is always something to see. Then there are the people. As well as my cousins – on the years that they are there the same time as us – we have lots of friends who go up every year, children of the people my mum made friends with there as a child. These are people I’ve known most my life, who I rarely see anywhere else, and a lot of them I wouldn’t get on with in school, but there it doesn’t matter how different we all are. And everyone there is friendly, so most years I meet some new people, who often come back again. And thirdly there is actually quite a lot to do there. Swimming or boating, walking, mountain climbing, lots of cafes, ceilidhs, playing cards, reading, watching films, bonfires, a fair bit of drinking and chatting to friends in the evening. There are places you can drive to and things to do, but I like it best when I am just on my own relaxing. When my family go out for the day and I have the caravan to myself and can listen to my music, read, do sudokus, play patience, just chill. I love laying in bed and hearing the waves lull me to sleep. And I love the times, especially early in the morning, when I can walk on the beaches, no one else is around, I collect shells, feel the sand between my toes, paddle in the sea, and I just think. I feel like being there always just cleanses and resets me, leaving me completely at peace.
But, unfortunately, I don’t get to spend the whole of August in Scotland. In fact this year felt very strange; we didn’t go camping on the way up, just had a night in my sister’s flat in Edinburgh, and I left after only a week and a half to come home for results, so I suddenly found I had over half of August left at home. But that’s something else which I try to love about August. Results day. Except for year 9 when I’d just sat one GCSE and got an A* in it, every year there is bound to be some disappointment when it comes to getting results. But there’s also such a feeling of relief and achievement, and happiness when you see other people have done well. And it’s just a great excuse to celebrate.
The weather in August isn’t always quite what we’d want, but I love going for walks near my house when it is sunny in August, and butterflies flutter by, and dandelion seeds are floating along on the gentle breeze, and all the colours seem so bright and vivid.
My song for August is Going Home by Runrig, because it just sums up how I feel when we’re traveling up to Scotland for the Summer Holiday.