In memorium

[SeumasA]

This is the monument in the village of Glencoe

[Orionson]

...here in Sleat. Looking East the hills of Knoydart are nothing but sunshine as far as the eye can see. We are just about to leave and your humble bouquet gathered this morning is ready... a sprig of Holly with a single red berry, a handful of delicate Snowdrops and two Jacobite White Roses ~ pinched, with permission from the 86th Birthday bouquet of a certain gentle lady who lives with us.

We'll travel overland all through MacDonald country over the Skye Bridge, past Eilean Donan, on through Kintail and Glengarry, past the Well of the Seven Heads, through An Gearasdan to Ballahulish and Eilean Munde and the Pap of Glencoe entering the Glen from the West. I'll find a spot close to Signal Rock, stop and pause for a few quiet moments to reflect and leave your bouquet, Nathan.

I have trod this path more than a thousand times and each and every time it is a beautiful experience, regardless of the weather. This time, it feels a bit like a pilgrimage and that I am on a mission on your behalf.

There's nothing for it, my friend ~ this is a journey you must make yourself with your loved ones one day. It will fill your spirit to the point of bursting and fill you with joy and peace.

[Nathan]

...here in Sleat. Looking East the hills of Knoydart are nothing but sunshine as far as the eye can see. We are just about to leave and your humble bouquet gathered this morning is ready... a sprig of Holly with a single red berry, a handful of delicate Snowdrops and two Jacobite White Roses ~ pinched, with permission from the 86th Birthday bouquet of a certain gentle lady who lives with us.

We'll travel overland all through MacDonald country over the Skye Bridge, past Eilean Donan, on through Kintail and Glengarry, past the Well of the Seven Heads, through An Gearasdan to Ballahulish and Eilean Munde and the Pap of Glencoe entering the Glen from the West. I'll find a spot close to Signal Rock, stop and pause for a few quiet moments to reflect and leave your bouquet, Nathan.

I have trod this path more than a thousand times and each and every time it is a beautiful experience, regardless of the weather. This time, it feels a bit like a pilgrimage and that I am on a mission on your behalf.

There's nothing for it, my friend ~ this is a journey you must make yourself with your loved ones one day. It will fill your spirit to the point of bursting and fill you with joy and peace.

I am honoured by the gesture and offer you my sincere gratitude. I should very much like to visit Scotland this summer. If I can make it happen, I hope we get the chance to meet, my friend.

[pbutts]

British children's author Mollie Hunter wrote a piece of historical fiction called Ghosts of Glencoe that should still be in libraries and might be available used on Amazon.