After we stayed with friends north of Inverness, we drove south through the Cairngorms and hit up a different set of friends from whom we could bum a night's stay. They're busy building a house and re-building an old barn... Continue Reading →
I've been anticipating and dreading this post in equal measure since I embarked upon blogging through my Scotland journey. This one was hard. This was very, very hard. The longer I think upon it, the more my heart is broken... Continue Reading →
The weather started to clear, even letting a few patches of sunlight chase us along the coastal road as we drove down the eastern wing of Skye and over toward the west. On the 2012 trip to Scotland, we missed... Continue Reading →
Saturday was over, and Sunday morning dawned gray and foggy on Skye. I had been thrilled to discover that our schedule put us on the winged isle on The Lord's Day, and immediately began looking up historic churches we would... Continue Reading →
Continuing with the adventures I had in Scotland this fall... here's how we got to Skye. After staying at the house-hotel at Glenfinnan, we walked up a winding, paved path under the huge viaducts which were made famous by the... Continue Reading →
The image of the Northern Barbarian, hulking with a huge blade and thriving on bloodlust is an easy one to conjure, whether it was the Romans and the Germanic northerners, the Britains and the Danes, or the English and the... Continue Reading →
While in Scotland, I was placed in the interesting position of having to explain what this whole 'Outlander' business was to my parents. For anyone who doesn't know, Outlander is a book/series/tv series which starts in the highlands of Scotland... Continue Reading →
While touring the highlands of Scotland this fall, I had the privilege of seeing some of my ancestral lands and buildings. My father's grandmother was a Campbell. While I, personally, have yet to solidify the American Campbell line back to Scotland,... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make: I didn’t care much for whiskey before I went to Scotland. It’s like going to France and not liking red wine. Just… why? I’d sampled a little here and there, but my preference was... Continue Reading →
The Nomadic Troglodyte 
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