It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the
journey that matters, in the end.
--Ursula K LeGuin
Journey’s Start
This is my eighth annual trip to Scotland. During the
past seven years, I have discovered the joys of single malt Scotch whisky, and
visiting distilleries and whisky shops has become a significant part of my
itinerary. And there’s nothing I like better of an evening than to enjoy a nice
dinner, good pints of real ale, a few drams, and the company of friends, old or
new, in a friendly pub. I have my favorites, to which I return year after year;
and I’m always looking for new ones.
But the product of hard-working
yeast is not my only reason for visiting Scotland, of course. I’m interested in
the country’s history, and enjoy seeing sites ranging from the prehistoric,
through the medieval, and on up to the early industrial. As a mildly serious
amateur photographer, I like to document these, and also the amazing Scottish
landscape. The amazing Scottish weather does not always cooperate! Traveling in
September and October, when I can take time off from my job, I miss the nesting
birds and the purple heather, and I get more than my share of rain. But I miss
the coachloads of tourists, for the most part, and the midges, as well. There
are always trade-offs.
This year’s trip begins under a cloud. My father,
who has had several strokes, has recently gone into a nursing home, and is
obviously declining. I consider canceling, but everything is booked, and there’s
no telling how things will go, anyway. And I have finally convinced my good
friends Bobby and Ron to join me for a week in Edinburgh and Islay, and I don’t
want to let them down. So I say goodbye to Dad and, hoping for the best, go on
my way.
The trip is scheduled from 18 September to 25 October, 2005, and
the planned stops include Shetland, Craigellachie, Plockton, Skye, Knoydart,
Stirling, Edinburgh, Glen Coe, Islay, and Galloway, with a few loose days at the
end in which I intend to visit northern England. There is a good mix of old and
new, and I’m looking forward to all of it. I barely realized when I was planning
that I would be seeing Scotland’s northernmost and southernmost extremes, Muckle
Flugga in the first week and the Mull of Galloway in the last. The two points
seem fitting bookends for a visit to Caledonia. Both have lighthouses on them,
one built by Robert Louis Stevenson’s father, the other by his grandfather.
There is an awful lot to see in between, and in seven years, I’ve seen a great
deal. But there’s always more....