August, 2010. Edinburgh, Scotland.
A montage of whispers, remembrances and collections of little bits of my history I can’t help but dwell on tonight…
Corrour, Scotland. August 2010. Descending Beinn na Lap, I found myself deep in the woods that shelter Loch Ossian.
Anstruther, Scotland. August, 2010. My first flights of whisky. Best of the lot? Edradour.
Glen Shiel (Lockalsh region), Scotland. January 2011. A small rest as we descended Sgurr Mhic Bharraich.
- Generous use of the word “wee” (as in “a wee little cottage on the Isle of Skye”).
- Sweeping landscapes of hills and mountains. The Scottish Highlands are tragically romantic.
- Edradour whisky.
- Munro Bagging.
- The word “Ta” (a familiar way of saying “Thank You”).
- A Full Scottish Breakfast the morning after a big climb (or a late night of festivities).
- Nick Drake, Belle and Sebastian, The Proclaimers, The Cocteau Twins, Donovan, The Soup Dragons, Camera Obscura….
- Corrour: A simple train stop with a Station House, a hostel and endless hills to climb.
- Hairy coos.
- … and finally, yes, I think Haggis is scrumptious, and Black Pudding too. I just don’t like to think about the origins of said delicacies.
January 8th, 2011. Having conquered Sgurr Mhic Bharraich and then descending.
January 6th, 2011. Having conquered Ciste Dubh, via Am Bathach. It was a steep climb, made difficult with a snow and ice storm. But the descent was even more terrifying. A sheer face of pure ice, and me with no crampons, I was at times paralyzed with a touch of vertigo.