People you may meet on a train to Edinburgh

“Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.” Gloria Steinem With a low electric hum, the train moved over the tracks leading from Glasgow’s Central Station. Across the aisle, two women took seats by the window. One, a mature, petite woman, a silk …

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On wind and wings, bovines and beaches. A look back on Barra and time spent in the Outer Hebrides

The opening, ideally fit for a child, dwarf or hobbit to squeeze through, revealed a confusing-to-me instrument panel below a narrow windshield. I knew there was a pilot even though I saw only an arm dressed in a short-sleeved, crisp white shirt. She pushed forward on the throttle. The engine came alive filling the snug …

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Searching for clues of wild things at Rubha Aird a’ Mhuile isn’t easy when you don’t know where to start

Inside all of us is hope Inside all of us is fear Inside all of us is Adventure Inside all of us is...A Wild Thing                                         Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things are Four Americans, four …

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Sand, sky, sheep and sheer terror: averting misadventures on a (leisurely?) hike to Huisinis Beach

Did I screw up and misread the fine print? Did I sign up for a mountain climbing course or learn to impersonate a mountain goat? Those thoughts flashed through my mind as I carefully picked my way along a narrow, rock-covered track that rose, fell and curved along a steep mountain. I glanced up to …

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Stumbling my way through the mists of time. Or: It’s a wee wet, windy and wobbly walking among the ancients — black houses, brochs and standing stones of the Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides

A pleasant scent - moist and earthy - signaled that peat was burning. A marker depicted an interior. Despite the homely scene - smiling occupants - I wasn't convinced that living in such circumstances was as lovely as it would have us believe.