but you can’t take Scotland out of the girl!
Loch Lubnaig
I am in mourning, grief creeps over my soul. My beloved Scotland, beautiful and wonderfully rugged – what will I do without her?
I don’t consider myself a patriot, but I do have a love and passion for the country of my birth. I live in a beautiful city which has history, architecture, culture, scenery and good quality of life. From that city I can be on a huge beach with soft, yellow sand within 30 minutes drive, or head up to the Highlands for dramatic and stunning scenery and views or up the Northwest coast to white sands and turquoise waters which would be at home on the cover of a glossy travel magazine, or in rolling countryside of pretty, green fields, trees and flowing rivers.
White Sands of Morar
I am a city girl at heart, but a trip across Rannoch Moor through Glencoe, across Ballachulish Bridge with it’s spectacular views left and right, on up to the Road to the Isles restores my soul (although I am distressed to see the wee, winding single-track road through the trees and rhododendron bushes, offering tantalizing glimpses of the rocks and beyond the sea hugging the coast from Glenfinnan to Arisaig is now a straighter, two lane road passing Arisaig to Mallaig – practical but not as romantic nor as much fun to drive)! The air lifts my worries and carries them off in the (sometimes gale-force) winds as I take in the sights that are Scotland.
I can feel the panic setting in at the thought I won’t be seeing this for some time, the excitement of the new places I will see and experience not quite replacing the grief for my homeland that distracts my soul …for the moment.
Aye, bonnie, bonnie Scotland, I adore thee.
Palm Trees at Sanna
Sanna
