Tag Archives: Inverness

         The midnight sky was the pinks and blues of baby bonnets, although black patches were appearing, as if celestial moths were nibbling away. My bedroom window was set into the gable roof; standing on an unstable chair I released … Continue reading →

I recognized his Mackintosh tartan because I’d passed the overnight train ride from Edinburgh learning about highland clans. His kilt was weighted down with small metal balls sewn into the hem so it wouldn’t float on the surface of the … Continue reading →

The salmon, my reward for standing in the freezing River Ness for two hours was perhaps three pounds.  The white-haired man wrapped it in brown paper for me. “It was a pleasure to fish with you,” he said. “I will … Continue reading →