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Navigating the ice and snow across the car park, we managed to get back out onto the road, and, although we were now facing away from home,the view that greeted us swept any thought of home from our minds. It … Continue reading
The crow circled above the Witch’s Castle, confused by the fact that it was summer within the castle walls and deep bleak winter everywhere else. Finally he took the plunge and landed on a windowsill under a beautiful red rose. … Continue reading
I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken. “Fancy meeting you here.” Ken stopped in his tracks. He knew that voice, and it wasn’t from one of the Scottish locals he’d met since getting here. There was a … Continue reading
It is dark as we walk down the lane, the small dog and I, yet a bird is singing, opening the gates of dawn with a joyful song, heralding the day without yet knowing what it will bring. For now … Continue reading
Squirrels play in the trees, great piles of stones lie in the shadows like strange beasts; streams, clear and iron-red, join and run together as we follow in the footsteps of memory in search of a lost standing stone. “Of … Continue reading