This pic shows the Standing Stones beside the old road which runs from behind the hotel over the hills to Colonsay House. We were aware of the silence here, away from the sea and out of the wind. Only the wee birds (chats?) swaying on the bracken and the odd girning sheep competed with the metallic tip tip of our poles - and the odd spit of rain lasted all of two minutes. Not very Argyll-like, really.
Love the standing stones! What letter in semaphore are they making? Nothing rude, I hope. BTW, I don't want to frighten you, but I've been told that some of my ancestors moved from Colonsay to Ardlamont: Galbraiths or Scotts they would have been - possibly McCallums. Also btw, we're singing Mr B's commission on Sunday night. We would have sung it on radio on Sunday morning, but we can't be trusted to stay in tune so early. Awwww!
ReplyDeleteAh, Chris, what a treasure Blethers is. Of course, this American had to go on a treasure hunt for “girning.” In the process, I was entranced to find an article published in the British Medical Journal entitled, “Girning as a Cause of Respiratory Obstruction.” My delight was multiplied by the following sentence from the introduction, “The most accomplished exponents of the art of girning tend to be edentulous gentlemen of mature years.”
ReplyDeleteI shudder when I think that without Blethers I might have lived my entire life empty of such delightful facts.