The gentlemen of Staffa.
One day not too long ago, a friend and I were hunting. Although game birds were in abundance, the loch was jumping with fish, a profusion of mushrooms such as I’ve never seen were strewn along the path - these were not our prey. We were in search of a ruin, an old building of reputed beauty and grandeur. We got lost, phone calls were made for further clarification, and it was warm and muggy when we came upon this - the stables. The big house had to be near. This was only the front of the stables, through the archway lay a courtyard and a further large u-shaped building.
© S. Marian (First in a series of eight, click here for more.)
As my day is drawing to a close, this seemed a fitting image to finish with.
It’s not photographically impressive but it does remind me of why I loved driving alone at night on those Skye roads. Many evenings I drove back along this road late and aside from rabbits, in places sheep and often deer to share the road with, it was just me and my thoughts. That’s one thing I loved and really miss now, space without distraction to think. Being so close to nature compels one to breathe slower, loosen the shoulders and let the mind and thoughts unfurl. Problems seem smaller, answers come easier and the voice of inspiration is loud and clear.
(Near Broadford, Isle of Skye. © S. Marian)
This post is dedicated to Tom, a lovely guy in the tumblr community. He lives somewhere between the woods and the water, if not in reality at the moment, certainly in his heart. He’s a countryman and this is for him.
On my last day in unforgettable Kinloch Rannoch, in the verdant heart of Perthshire, I went for a walk with my friend. We were on the hunt for a ruin of a grand old house with a sad story. Seemingly a man had commissioned the build of this luxury mansion, replete with turrets, gorgeous dressed stone, including many of the best conveniences of its day, with more rooms than a good sized hotel and all set near a loch, in ancient woodland and it must have been astoundingly beautiful. When his wife saw her new home in the country, she refused to live in it and it ultimately fell into disrepair.
As I said, we were on the hunt though, and hadn’t been able to find it, yet. We were walking along a path and honestly, I’ve never seen so many, and such a variety of mushrooms in my life. There were wildflowers everywhere, little frogs hopped by at intervals and the grassy, overgrown path wound alongside the loch. I was remarking, in verbose terms it has to be said, on the beauty of the setting when I noticed the cottage. It was hardly visible at first due to the trees, but then came into view.
I think you’ll agree that it’s charm itself, built to last and in a perfect spot. I thought of Tom as I took the photo, knowing he was a distance away from such a situation at the moment. For all you country lovers and for Tom - isn’t this a great place to live and to dream?
(Photos © S. Marian and for Tom’s wonderful blog that celebrates the countryside, click here.)