Tag Archive: Scotland

A Long Trip

I always take note of August 23rd. It was on that day in 1998 — so long ago now — that I set out alone to travel for the first time. I took… Continue reading

“I haven’t felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978″

To be Scottish is to know disappointment well. It is to understand that expectations must remain low: that we will always lose the football match, the summer will be a washout, and we… Continue reading

The Real Iron Ladies

I am unlikely to go to see “The Iron Lady”. I grew up under Thatcher; young, but still. I don’t think I could watch an admiring portrait without a gnawing resentment. I’m Scottish… Continue reading

In Pictures: The Jacobite

The Jacobite steam train runs from Fort William to Mallaig, part of the West Highland Railway Line — probably Britain’s most scenic railway line. The train departs close to Ben Nevis, Britain’s highest… Continue reading

Filming Cloud Atlas in Glasgow

Take one book by David Mitchell: My favourite, Cloud Atlas, which begins on a 19th century ship in the South Pacific and ends in post-apocalyptic Big Island, passing through a pre-WWII Belgium, 1970s… Continue reading

In Pictures: Isle of Skye

For the second year in a row I spent a few days of my annual trip home to Scotland on the Isle of Skye. Skye is off the west coast; vast, peaceful and… Continue reading

Still Edinburgh

Prepping for my annual trip home to Scotland and browsing photographs from last August’s visit. I lose a little bit of Edinburgh the longer I am gone. There is still a thin, but… Continue reading

Tallinn

When I made my first greeting this morning it took a moment to arrive at the word. Tere. Hello. Tere. It is a gentle sound, a soft way of entering into someone’s awareness.… Continue reading

Circles

I was looking through my camera’s viewfinder at yet another Gaelic roadsign: Fàilte gu Port Rìgh, when I stopped short of taking the picture. I wondered why it was so important to me that… Continue reading

Loch Leven Castle

“Where do you live?” The man selling tickets asked me. “Well, I’m from here but I live in the U.S. now.” “It’s just where you live that matters,” he said, ticking the box… Continue reading