So, blog followers, Scot writes to you from a fine mansion house on the West Coast of Scotland. We are guiding a private tour for Jennifer, Charles and their three lassies. A grand bunch of explorers in the Outlandish Spirit.
It's a private tour request and the focus is "the sacred sites and haunts of the Wee Folk" to paraphrase Jennifer. We have many of these to choose from and we know more than enough to keep our braw guests happy and satiated for a week.
We picked them up from the airport this morning and they are very tired, so we'll be gentle with them - just a wee hill hike, or two.
The first adventure for the girls is a ferry ride Doon the Watter, as the Glaswegians say. We're over to green and luscious Cowal to a strange wee ravine where as the water pours down and the trees block out the light, the moss and mist drip into the fast clear water and you might think that every lump of rock, buttress of root and branch is sentient. The place is more than alive, where eyes watch you, eyes that sit secretively in beings that are part animal, part mineral and mostly tree. There's a good reason that they call this place Puck's Glen.
|Wee Folk in Puck's Glen|
Yup, that's Puck's Glen.
So, upon settling into our B&B, they are looking much better after a picnic dinner we brought along. We're now sat in the comfortable drawing room in front of the open fire playing cards amidst the silken curtains and brocaded armchairs.
|An antiquated photo of our wee mansion.|
|A bit of Luxury - Like walking into a Country Home magazine!|
Scot AnSgeulaiche, storyteller, regaler of history, stealer of blogs.