Monthly Archives: August 2013

Bonnie Ann

My cousin Bobby is a very fine man – much wisdom, much humor, much integrity. He has been around all my life and so when he announced that he was to be wed, there was no alternative but to step … Continue reading

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A’Chleit

So, A’Chleit is Gaelic and is pronounced in English as Klaytch. At A’Chleit there is a wonderful old Highland Church. It is right on the shore and it’s design is unique to the West Highlands. http://www.clachanandcleitandgigha.co.uk/achleit/ A visit to the church … Continue reading

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I Cleaned My Father’s Grave

So my Father and Grandfather and other relatives are buried in a cemetery on the hill above Clachan. I went to pay homage. To my dismay, my family tombs were besmirched with seagull faeces and encrusted with lichen. My Grandfather’s … Continue reading

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The Streets of Rome are Filled with Rubble

This is Bob Dylan’s description of the glorious relics of ancient Rome. What would he have said had he visited Kintyre? He might yet – Gigha has a flourishing music festival. Kintyre is loaded with rubble. http://www.stonesofwonder.com/balloch.htm http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/157/beacharr.html I always … Continue reading

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I Remember, I Remember the House where I was Born

So I get to Kintyre where the wedding is to be held. I get up early and go for a ramble around the haunts of my childhood. I climb Dun Skeig. The old fort is vitrified, which means that the … Continue reading

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The Road to the Isles

I drive from Glasgow to Clachan. This means I go North and West.   The further West I go the brighter is the sky. Westering home.       What a wonderful drive.      

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What is a Foot?

As I wait for my flight I reflect on my feet. There they are odorless, fungus free, and on display to all in the lounge. I feel no shame being barefooted amongst elegant folks. It was no always so. From … Continue reading

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Pastoral

I leave Okinawa as the sun goes down. I go to Narita to spend the night in airport hotel from whence to Scotland. When I arrive it is black and I take it that the hotel is in the middle … Continue reading

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Shikuwasa

Summer in Okinawa is hot. It has been constantly 30 -35 degrees, day and night since the middle of June. Notice that the photo above was taken inside. I do not believe in AC. I am writing this with a … Continue reading

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I met a traveller from an antique land

It is an ancient Mariner And he stoppeth one of three `By thy long grey beard and glittering eye Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? I am stumbling along my beaches to watch the sunset when a man with glittering eye jumps … Continue reading

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