I was picked up, just outside Edinburgh, to travel to a large estate on the east coast of Scotland.

On his way back from a conference, about tourism and diversification, the owner of the estate, a baronet and a 'Sir', asked me where I'd come from. I told him about Eigg.

Eigg was bought out from its laird, a wealthy individual landowner, by the island community. As Ewan, Alan's son told me, "everyone who lives on Eigg owns it".

In the station at Fort William, having been dropped off by Hannah on her way to a meeting in Edinburgh (I to Glasgow, to stay with a friend's parents), I wanted to get some money from a cashpoint. Surrounded by bags, the cashpoint outside the station and across the road, I felt stranded. I could no longer leave my belongings, safe amongst strangers. I was alone.

By the time 'Sir' Thomas picked me up, I had for the most part readjusted to life outside Eigg, reacquainting myself with a world of trains, public transport, and capitalism (life on mainland Great Britain), but it was still a shock, travelling to the other side of Scotland with this man, who when asking "So how are they getting on there?" in a curious, aprehensive tone, represented an utterly different way of being - on the land and in Scotland.