On any trip beyond one’s own country and culture observations are always made, so here are a few of my own. In Ireland they do say “grand,” and their accents are softer. Scotland has “aye” and a lot of rolling r’s. It’s stronger, and at times harder to understand, but personally I prefer it. Both … More Observations
When I first walked onto the Culloden battlefield it was morning and the mists hung heavy over the long grass. You couldn’t see far over the landscape, and the air was damp yet, as was the ground. Everything was still. Beyond human noise, there was no sound. In a country where the birds are constantly … More Culloden
I love animals. They are a passion of mine and I will always jump at the opportunity to spend time with them, sometimes even over people, haha. So of course I wanted to go hand feed a herd of reindeer. I’ve never really thought much about reindeer beyond their involvement in Christmas, but I am … More Reindeer Games
What a great name. The Old Man of Storr. Already I can see him featuring in a story or two of mine. I imagine him as a crotchety old man with a crooked cane of willow, a tartan hat, and a deep voice with a thick burr and a thousand stories to tell, not all … More Old Man of Storr
A long drive and a short ferry ride later and I find myself on the island of Skye, famed for its landscape. Like much of Scotland, this island is beautiful, full of sweeping hills covered in brush and heather, towering mountains, and fantastic sea views. After some doing, apparently Satvana doesn’t know how to direct … More Walking through Fairy Land
Ireland was a wonder. It was like a soothing wash of rain, or the gentle trickling of a stream. Soft, captivating, and beautiful. But Scotland is something else entirely. Its beauty is bold, gripping, startling at times, and always wonderous. Its facets have no end, its mysteries eternal, and its show stopping wonder is, well…show-stopping. … More Something else
For all traveler’s everywhere, you may already know this but let me warn you now, beware of all pre-packaged sandwiches! Why do I say this? Because food poisoning, especially when you are in another country, sucks and I hope to never have to go through that again, because let me tell you, it sure puts … More What an end
In journalism they tell you to start with the lead, the most important information first, since some people won’t read until the end of a story. So in the interest of using some of my education, I went to the Cliffs of Moher today. How does one even begin to speak of such sights? I … More A dream
Unfortunately uploading issues continue so no pictures at present. But today was a good day. Still overcast, but it made it seem a little more like home. Galway was my home base, and it’s a nice town on the edge of the Atlantic ocean. But being bound west, I didn’t linger long. I visited Athenry, … More Castle day
William Butler Yeats wrote one of my favourite poems, called the “Stolen Child,” and it is said that he was inspired by the waterfall of Glen Car: “Where the wandering water gushes/From the hills above Glen-car”. Being in Sligo, and Yeats country, I went to the Glen car waterfall and it was so beautiful. Though … More Come away, O human child!
Sheena Lyn 