Ghostly Scotland!
These are the gardens of one of the castles we visited. I'm not organized, but just wanted to send a couple of the photos I managed to take! I would LOVE to have a garden that looked like this!!!
And here is one of the Scottish cows. We didn't see very many, and my camera's battery died when we got to the Isle of Skye, so I missed taking pictures there of one of the most fun places we saw! The Fairy Glen. But my traveling companions are sending me pictures. One of the ones I loved best was of red and white spotted toadstools. They are so pretty, they looked unreal. We climbed up part of the hills and my friends got pictures of the waterfall and black faced sheep, etc, that I missed. *sigh*
But I took a photo of this woolly cow, but couldn't get one of his face. We saw a few others that were closer but we couldn't find anywhere to park to take a picture.
Now, we were in haunted castles, and in fact the castle that had these gardens had a room that where they found the remains of a young woman and when they buried her elsewhere, she haunted the place until they put her back under the hearth, but I saw nothing, felt nothing.
But when we walked down toward the pasture where these cows were on the western side of Scotland, I heard Celtic music. It faded in, then abruptly cut off as I drew closer to the fence. I felt it was like one of the Highland romances I'd read where the woman kept hearing the ghostly piper playing. Only this was of more than just a piper's playing, no singing, just instrumental. It was beautiful and made the place even more special, as if the Highlanders were having a celebration in the wilds of Scotland in a green glen. I was so disappointed that the music ended so abruptly as it did.
A farmhouse was about a mile away, and there were no other people or homes and this was on a river, no one about anywhere. When I asked the ladies if they heard the beautiful music, neither had!!! I didn't hear music playing anywhere else in Scotland--just that one isolated place for the span of a very brief time, and yet I'd longed to hear more of it. It was like a welcome home from a clan long forgotten. :)
Everything I wrote in Heart of the Highland Wolf was confirmed on our trip---sheep on the road, heavy fog, mist, and rain. Although, we were very fortunate it didn't rain while we were there.
The fall colors as you can see from this picture from the castle gardens were beautiful!
We weren't as cold as I thought we'd be either. I took too many clothes!
I thought I would be able to write last night, but by the time I got in late and had dinner with my son and his wife, etc, etc...it was too late to find my camera, the cord to connect it to the computer, and all that!!!
Oh, and when my friends were taking pictures of the woolly cows close up when I didn't have a charged up camera (and I was afraid to try and charge it because my friend's hair dryer started to smoke and was ruined and my curling iron did the same thing, only it burned my hair right off!--but I finally bit the bullet and charged it and my phone as I needed them so badly!--and they were fine.)--my friends came running pell mell to the car and I looked back, but the cows weren't moving---there were no fences. So I asked why they were running like the devil was after them. The farmer's dogs were headed up the hill to protect their livestock!
Have a super day! I have tons more pictures to share....
Terry"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."www.terryspear.com
And here is one of the Scottish cows. We didn't see very many, and my camera's battery died when we got to the Isle of Skye, so I missed taking pictures there of one of the most fun places we saw! The Fairy Glen. But my traveling companions are sending me pictures. One of the ones I loved best was of red and white spotted toadstools. They are so pretty, they looked unreal. We climbed up part of the hills and my friends got pictures of the waterfall and black faced sheep, etc, that I missed. *sigh*
But I took a photo of this woolly cow, but couldn't get one of his face. We saw a few others that were closer but we couldn't find anywhere to park to take a picture.
Now, we were in haunted castles, and in fact the castle that had these gardens had a room that where they found the remains of a young woman and when they buried her elsewhere, she haunted the place until they put her back under the hearth, but I saw nothing, felt nothing.
But when we walked down toward the pasture where these cows were on the western side of Scotland, I heard Celtic music. It faded in, then abruptly cut off as I drew closer to the fence. I felt it was like one of the Highland romances I'd read where the woman kept hearing the ghostly piper playing. Only this was of more than just a piper's playing, no singing, just instrumental. It was beautiful and made the place even more special, as if the Highlanders were having a celebration in the wilds of Scotland in a green glen. I was so disappointed that the music ended so abruptly as it did.
A farmhouse was about a mile away, and there were no other people or homes and this was on a river, no one about anywhere. When I asked the ladies if they heard the beautiful music, neither had!!! I didn't hear music playing anywhere else in Scotland--just that one isolated place for the span of a very brief time, and yet I'd longed to hear more of it. It was like a welcome home from a clan long forgotten. :)
Everything I wrote in Heart of the Highland Wolf was confirmed on our trip---sheep on the road, heavy fog, mist, and rain. Although, we were very fortunate it didn't rain while we were there.
The fall colors as you can see from this picture from the castle gardens were beautiful!
We weren't as cold as I thought we'd be either. I took too many clothes!
I thought I would be able to write last night, but by the time I got in late and had dinner with my son and his wife, etc, etc...it was too late to find my camera, the cord to connect it to the computer, and all that!!!
Oh, and when my friends were taking pictures of the woolly cows close up when I didn't have a charged up camera (and I was afraid to try and charge it because my friend's hair dryer started to smoke and was ruined and my curling iron did the same thing, only it burned my hair right off!--but I finally bit the bullet and charged it and my phone as I needed them so badly!--and they were fine.)--my friends came running pell mell to the car and I looked back, but the cows weren't moving---there were no fences. So I asked why they were running like the devil was after them. The farmer's dogs were headed up the hill to protect their livestock!
Have a super day! I have tons more pictures to share....
Terry"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."www.terryspear.com
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