| '98 Chronicles Part Four In Search of Lochdubh |
At the bottom of the hill he stopped, lowered his window, and leaned out. The air smelled of briar and bracken and damp earth, with a resinous hint of the distant pine forests. Over the rumble of the motor came the faint sound of rushing water. He eased the car into gear, all sense of fatigue forgotten. The grandeur of the prospect that was suddenly revealed as he rounded the final turn, although long anticipated, never failed to startle him. The strath was submerged now in bluish purple shadows, but the broad sweep of the river, seeming somehow to absorb and amplify the fading light, shone with a faintly luminous quality. ... Taking it all in, Powell realized just how much he had been longing for this moment and, for the first time in a very long while, was content. Graham Thomas, Malice in the Highlands |
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| Into the Highlands | Opening Night |
| Into the Highlands |
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| Photos of the Falls of Dochart |
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| Photos of Buchaille Etive Mor and Eilean Donan |
| Opening Night |
It ended up quite a long journey, 8 hours, so I wasn't able to do much the first night. I settled for getting grounded in my new quarters at the luxurious and beautifully situated Plockton Hotel, catching up with my medications, then having a late dinner at our hotel with our co-seekers.
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| Photos of Plockton Hotel and of my enchanted cottage and its garden |
So, for the first time in 5-6 days, I actually unpacked, then went to meet my cohorts. And what a great group they turned out to be. It was a perfect mix, and being together was priceless for me. In addition to Brian from Perth, there were Barb from Oxford, Debs & Archie from "somewhere in or about London", Philip from Leeds, and Donna & Tom from Wisconsin. We had fun together from the very first night. |
| Lehua's photos of the Hamish Clan |
Later that night there was a Highlands wedding with old fashioned ceilidh in the town hall. I couldn't go, due to being flat-out exhausted, and was very jealous to hear in the morning that the Fling band, which played in some episodes of Hamish, had performed, and people had danced Highlands dances till the wee hours of the morning. But I did take a moment to stand out at the water and listen to the tide lapping against the wall outside my cottage, hear the palmettos rustling in the wind, and look at the lights on the harbour. The sense of relaxation and happiness was actually physical. At last, I was here. That night I slept deep and sweet. |
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