The White House … Isle of Arran, Scotland

Must be my British ancestral blood that makes me go weak at the knees when I witness the beauty of those ancient lands.

To me this image emotes Scotland … the white-painted stone house surrounded in native shrubs; the golden gorse whose coconut fragrance intoxicates me even with the memory of it; the stone walls and winding road and rolling hills and cloud-cloaked skies. And the buffeting winds that embraced me as I captured this moment and held it in my heart.

Ol’ gran would be pleased …

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy πŸ™‚

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8 thoughts on “The White House … Isle of Arran, Scotland

  1. Yes, I do believe it is part of our heritage to feel this way. I love the sunnier climes, but I’m also at home on the Scottish moors.

    • Thanks for visiting “Eyes to Heart” and for your comment on “The White House …” Scotland really is a beautiful country. I hope you get to visit one day. … Be well, Dorothy πŸ™‚

  2. I went to Arran 20 years ago and whilst climbing in the hills alone one day, I crossed a river, slipped and lost my driving license out of my jacket pocket. I tried to find it by following the river all the way down to the sea to no avail. 8 years later I received it in the post from the Arran Police Dept. The little plastic wallet was still wet and had some grains of Arran sand remaining inside. A beautiful, enchanting little place. πŸ™‚

    • Thank you for punctuating my post on Arran with your little anecdote, Stu. Next time I go I’d like to get off the beaten track a little more, but preferably not at the expense of my driver’s license … πŸ˜‰ … Be well, Dorothy πŸ™‚

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