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 🙂

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Inukshuk … Our Canadian Calling Card

Inukshuk at Lamlash Bay, Isle of Arran

Travelling can afford many opportunities for play. One of the things we like to do when we visit coastal regions or lakes is build inukshuks.

Inukshuks are monuments that originated with the Inuit people as a way to communicate and traditionally mean “Someone Was Here.”

Because they are built of materials that occur naturally, most commonly stone, it’s an environmentally-friendly way for us to leave a Canadian calling card.

We are under no illusions about any of the inukshuks we’ve built surviving for any length of time. High tides, strong winds or miscreant teenagers will quite likely demolish them over time. But it’s fun to wonder if they’ll still be there should we ever return.

Inukshuk at Lough Corrib, Co. Mayo, Ireland (bottom right hand corner ... see how it blends in with the environment?)

There’s almost something reverential about the act of communing with nature in this way. When I see one I wonder who put it there. When I build one I wonder who will see it.

Often, if the inukshuk is large enough, people will add their own small stone to feel they have been part of something almost spiritual.

The best example I’ve seen of this is an inukshuk someone constructed, who knows when, on the shore of Lake Minnewanka in Banff National Park, Alberta. Along its many ledges you’ll find pebbles that have been placed by others feeling the reverence of the moment and wanting to show they were there. I added one of my own in 2010.

Inukshuk at Lake Minnewanka, Banff National Park, Alberta

Thanks for visiting, and feel free to let me know you were here . 😉

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Seascape … Brodick, Isle of Arran, Scotland

Today I indulge the sunset junkie in me and post another image from the magical sunset mentioned in my blog of February 17 (Arran Sky — Promise of a Silver Lining — see Scotland category).

As I looked across the sky to the east of that dramatic post-storm cloud formation my eyes rested upon this lovely seascape. The image of a soft pink and grey sky above a  serene, still sea, was in stark contrast to its western sky cousin, but no less mesmerizing.

And this particular sunset sky was, in fact, so changeably beautiful it was difficult to know where to look next.

We stayed by the sea at Brodick to observe the changing face of the dimming sky until the only light to be seen emanated from the lamp posts that dotted our one kilometre walk back to the hotel. We walked in silence, both lost in another treasured memory of our short stay on the beautiful Isle of Arran.

(This image captured with my iPhone 3G.)

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Arran Sky … The Promise of a Silver Lining

The weather was stormy our second and last full day on the Isle of Arran in Scotland in spring 2010. (I’d won two nights (we added a third) at the Auchrannie Spa and Resort after coming second in an international writing contest focused on British heritage.) But we didn’t let heavy rain and gusty winds get in the way of our explorations.

What were we going to do? Hole up in our hotel room all day and watch the flags outside our window flap in the gale?

No!

So, instead of the hiking we might have done had the weather been more cooperative, we visited a brewery, a cheesemaker, a soap maker, and a jeweller. Then we braved the elements and built a small inukshuk from rocks on the beach (as we often do when we travel — we call it our Canadian calling card 😉 ) on the shore at Lamlash Bay. After that we enjoyed lunch in a lovely cafe overlooking the sea and watched the whitecaps burst from the water while the seagulls soared. And in the evening we settled down for a gourmet meal at the resort’s fine dining establishment before retiring to our room.

As we left the restaurant and began to walk across the parking lot to the hotel entrance the light in the sky caught my attention. I looked up and around searching for what I knew had to be … and there it was  … an incredible complete rainbow arcing dramatically in the sky and vibrating some of the most intense colour energy I’ve ever experienced.

“Let’s walk to the sea.” I grabbed Lloyd’s hand and started pulling him toward the lane into town. “I think we could see an interesting sunset tonight.”

So, we went at a clipper’s pace along the one kilometre lane from the resort to Brodick’s town centre, and stood silently on the shore to observe nature’s unfolding brilliant display. I had only my iPhone with me but managed to capture several moments of the gloriously imposing dusk painted on the Arran sky.

As I look at this image I am reminded of how it felt to be enveloped in the glow of nature’s promise of finer weather to come. My experience in life has been that every cloud does indeed have a silver lining. We simply need to have an open mind and heart and open our eyes so we can witness the glory of its promise.

It’s there … I promise you …

Remember to look up …

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Heelun Coo … A Scottish Mystery

A couple of years ago I entered an international travel writing contest sponsored by a British travel and history magazine. The challenge was to write in 500 words or less about an experience at a national historic site somewhere in the United Kingdom.

I grew up in London and have been back to visit the UK several times since so figured I should have at least one story to share, and to do it in 500 words or less … well, that was a challenge I relished. The possibility of winning a trip to bonny Scotland was a pleasant incentive too.

Fortunately I didn’t need to dig too deep into the memory bank to find my material.

What follows is my contest entry entitled “Heelun Coo.” I’m happy to say it was runner-up and garnered me a two-night stay for two at the lovely Auchrannie Spa and Resort on the Isle of Arran in Scotland, as well as publication in the magazine.

Fortunately we were able to append this unexpected jaunt to our already planned trip to Holland and Germany in spring 2010.

As I was unable to capture an image of the subject of my story, (and you’ll read why), I offer up these classic Scottish images instead.

In the spring, the Scottish countryside is resplendent with gorse — a thorny evergreen shrub with bright yellow flowers that emit the sweet, heady fragrance of coconut. It seemed to me, as I captured images of the Arran landscape, that the cast of light couldn’t help but be tinted by the golden glow of this prolific growing shrub.

Every time I look at an image of gorse I can still smell the coconut.

And now, here it is, my prize-winning …

Heelun Coo 

“Heelun coos? Did he just say keep an eye open for ‘heelun coos’?”

I turned to look at my partner – he just shrugged. We were on a day trip by bus from Edinburgh into the Scottish Highlands and Will, our tour guide, had an extraordinarily thick accent. What the heck was a ‘heelun coo?’

As we travelled the high roads and low roads to our ultimate destination, Glen Coe, I fixed my gaze upon the wondrously ancient rolling hills, carved into sections by low stone walls that seemed to go on forever. The fields were punctuated by myriad cotton ball lambs bouncing around their tired mothers. But I’ll be darned if I could spot the elusive ‘heelun coo.’

By the time we reached Glen Coe, Will had regaled us with epic tales of political intrigue and battles won and lost, and my mind had drifted over the rising hills picturing the murder and mayhem of centuries of tortured Scottish history. Along the way we stopped for delicious hot chocolate in Pitlochrie and a bumpy boat ride on Loch Ness. The monster proved to be as elusive as the ever mysterious ‘heelun coo!’

But it was at Glen Coe, with its dramatic landscape scooping below and towering above, that the heart of my imagination really began to beat.

Will had been preparing us for this moment the entire trip, offering up the Reader’s Digest version of the famous massacre of the sleeping Clan MacDonald by the light of a frosty moon.

“Th’ Campbells ‘old a spee…cial place in Scottish ‘istory,” he explained, and proceeded to mock spit to demonstrate the universal contempt felt for their dirty deed.

And it wasn’t that the MacDonalds were particularly saintly that made this such a heinous event. No, the Campbells had dissed “the code” of Highland hospitality by murdering their hosts in cold blood. As aptly shown by Will’s demonstration of disdain the Campbells had yet to live this moment down!

He told us that some of the MacDonalds had managed to escape that terrible night. As I sat upon a welcoming boulder and breathed in the heathered air of this storied corner of bonny Scotland I looked to the hilltops and imagined how those terrified souls might have scrambled their way to liberty on that cold February night in 1692. I wondered how far they had to go to feel safe. My ruminations were interrupted by the loping of three majestic Roe Deer through the valley floor. This led me to wonder if ‘heelun coos’ – whatever they were – had existed then too?

All too soon Will beckoned us to the bus. As we wended our way back to Edinburgh another traveller as perplexed as I finally asked the definitive question:

“What’s a heelun coo?”

Will laughed. He pointed out the bus window. As fate would have it there appeared, in that moment, our very first sighting of a mighty hairy beast with horns … the Highland cow!

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