1st Attempt of Many

It’s great to be back in the west Highlands of Scotland. My homeland. The place where I grew up.

I love it here as it holds so many memories. The places are familiar, and the unpredictable weather is strangely comforting. It’s also a wonderful opportunity to catch up with family. In fact, I’m writing this blog post on the train home from Glasgow after a lovely lunch with my sister, aunt and uncle.

Earlier in the day, though, I was up early, sneaking in a bit of photography at a place I’m very familiar with, Kilchurn Castle. It’s a castle I grew up with, as it’s only a few miles from the village where I was raised. I will actually pass it on the train home, but unfortunately it will be dark, so I won’t see it.

Not to worry though, as I spent a lovely hour there this morning, crossing fingers, saying prayers and doing strange Celtic dances in the hope I could will the morning light to break through the cloud.

I didn’t want the cloud to go completely. It was adding a great deal of atmosphere to the scene, but I needed just a little light to illuminate the hills or the castle so the photo had a bit more depth.

Alas, it wasn’t to be, but the experience of being there was amazing. Glassy reflections on the loch, cloud rolling over the nearby Munros, and the somewhat deafening sound of the geese with their morning song. It was one of those mornings where you leave feeling fulfilled, even though the photographs didn’t quite work out.

Not to worry though. I’m here for an extended period of time, and the castle is close by, so I’ll be sure to return again and again. And of course I have Glencoe just up the road. And what a place of photographic opportunity that is.