Category Archives: Celtic
Light Catchers
It was late afternoon, about an hour before sunset, as I headed out along the path through Roslin Glen. To begin with I walked in the shadows, with tiny slivers of light occasionally piercing through the layers of trees. The … Continue reading
Otherworldly Grass
In the eternal world of the dead Sun shines upwards from beneath the perfect feet of heroes. Grass ripened peacefully for millennia under dark skies Pauses unchanging in this breathless land. The storm of life blows through Throwing seeds tumbling … Continue reading
Thundering Pool
Tucked away in a northern corner of Northumberland lies the atmospheric Roughting Linn. The name has Gaelic roots, meaning thundering pool, and it has an undoubtedly mystical atmosphere. The path tumbles down almost unseen, from a farm track, through a … Continue reading
Freshly Poured
As the sun turns up the temperature we all need access to fresh drinking water, and here in Scotland we have some of the worlds best quality water running freely through our rivers. Heading for a cooling riverside walk is … Continue reading
Stone Sentinals
High above the waters of the Inner Sound Pink sandstone lies in exposed wrinkles Freshly cracked and brittle after each new winter The snow and ice reveal the mountains naked shoulders. These broken pieces of her body Gathered by awe … Continue reading
The Sanctuary of Applecross
There’s a tide licked bay which looks West towards the Hebrides. Filled with pink sand , and cupped in the hands of the high mountains. It’s soft warm breezes blow thousands of miles across open ocean, from the Caribbean, before … Continue reading
The Golden Hare
Listen closely and you’ll hear the song of the Golden Hare, Pouring on moonbeams down mountain paths, Dripping in golden drops across dawn. The mountains mysteries are birthed in its notes, As natures wildness pulses through the veil, Tumbling carelessly … Continue reading
Door of Shadows
Would you walk through the door of gold, into the world of shadows. Would you walk if you knew that treasure gleamed Beckoning you forwards. You can leave behind any thing, everything. Bring only what you can carry. Tomorrow is … Continue reading
Might and Majesty
The sheer size of the rugged mountains in the Scottish Highlands immediately makes us feel like tiny ants. Endless miles of empty inhospitable landscapes, rolling out into the distance, forces the dawning realisation that we are small and insignificant. … Continue reading










