In our celebration of Liz Everly’s tempting new Like Honey the LS crew have been waxing rhapsodic about all things Scottish. Well, sort of. There’s a strange obsession about a kind of romantic Scotland in a lot of Americans. Somehow it by-passed me altogether. Don’t get me wrong: I love a man in a kilt. However, living in Scotland I know when you see a man in a kilt, look around for tourists or a wedding party, because that’s mostly where you see men in kilts.
I’m in Scotland (or rather, I will be back in a few days) because I fell for a Scotsman. He didn’t ride up on his horse, fully kilted from the Highlands. Not sure I would have been impressed by that. But I have been impressed by the incredible natural beauty of Scotland.
Last October I stayed in Orkney for a wee while with friends, one of whom was studying pottery there. It’s a bit of a hike up there from Dundee — two trains, a ferry and then a car ride into the interior but it was completely worth it. The moon was high when I arrived and the night blustery, but my friends drove me to the Ring of Brodgar so it would be my first impression of the island. So worth it.
The visit filled me with inspiration, from the seaside town of Stromness to the mysteries of Maes Howe. I have a wonderful novel percolating on the back burner that came from looking out to sea from Skara Brae.
I want to spend more time in the Highlands, there are stories awaiting me, I just know it. And in the mean time, I live in a city with a dragon. What could be more magical?
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