January 13. 'Sigh of relief' as delayed Scottish ferry completes first return journey
Martin stood on the ramp at the back of the queue as they reached land. Saying goodbye had been as difficult as they’d imagined it would be, and what lay ahead was going to be even harder. He watched children run up and leap into parents and uncles and aunties embraces, lots of noise, happy tears and hollering, everything all good with the world again. They skipped and danced through the debris that littered the floor, broken pieces of wood that could have been anything, paint still bright as a button. Warm words of love and relief filling the air, tumbling over each other. Top of Form Bottom of Form He held back, waiting for the crowd to thin. “How are you going to feel?” Yaz had asked him when the all-clear had been confirmed. “When we get there?” She’d nodded, everyone on the ferry was having the same conversation. “I guess I’ll be happy.” He’d answered, unsure what else he could say. Sixty-three days and nights they’d been away, a large number for sure, but still ju...