My tug is to a place called Fraserburgh in north East Scotland. I was born and grew up here, left when I was a young man and came back only a few years ago. Re-returning, it's been interesting to see the changes in the tow, the people and myself after all those years. Yet I can walk past my old bedroom window. I can look out over the sea and feel the pull of the waves, and wonder if Atlantis - or some remnant of those times - is there. Beyond my gaze is the Dogger Bank, before the Ice Age it was all dry land and it was possible to walk from the beach to where they have since found Altantean-type architecture.

Not far from here is where my wife and my first Past Lives were, and we've visited the place where our house used to be 'back then' There is also a major energy gridline that comes past very close to where I live. I've spoken to many people who have a fascination for all things Scottish, and in gratitude here I am.

It feels as if I've come full circle both in this Life and across all the others. Fitting I suppose, because this is my last one here. It ends where it began.