
In the Name of Power
The group of mounted men made their way up the rocky path in the dark. Among them were two boys, … Continue reading In the Name of Power
The group of mounted men made their way up the rocky path in the dark. Among them were two boys, … Continue reading In the Name of Power
I’d stopped off for a bite of lunch in the Scottish Border town of Melrose. It was a cloudy, cool … Continue reading Ruins with a Brave Heart
Moving through the Scottish Borders on a bus isn’t the ideal way to see it for sure. However, sometimes in … Continue reading Moving Through the Borders
It was unusually warm for a Scottish summer. Stepping inside the cavernous interior of St Giles Cathedral was a welcome … Continue reading High Kirk of Auld Reekie
To this day, if you walk into the Clachaig Inn a couple of miles from Glencoe in the Scottish Highlands, … Continue reading Glen of Weeping
It has been almost twenty-one years since I last stepped foot on Drumossie Moor, but the impact it left on … Continue reading Where I Came From
Continued from Bonnie Doune… After leaving Doune, it was back on the motorway and on towards Edinburgh. I had just … Continue reading The Pipes Still Call
Sometimes the best way to learn a place is to experience it through its food and drink. So much history … Continue reading When in Rome…
Continued from Bittersweet Memories After Stirling, I took a moment to decide my next move. Central Scotland offers many choices, … Continue reading Bonnie Doune
…continued from Breakfast with Bruce … Stirling. I had first come to this village in Scotland when I was twenty-five … Continue reading Bittersweet Memories
…continued from A Roundabout Whim… After a bit of a reality check trying to drive myself out of Glasgow, I … Continue reading Breakfast with the Bruce
In one of my crazier moments, I decided on a whim (while sitting in the airport in Philly waiting to … Continue reading A Roundabout Whim