Scotland Saltire flying at Ullapool, Scotland, 2014
My feet are firmly planted in the USA and I love it here. This is my home, my country. However, I am unable to shake the profound, deep love that’s developed deep, deep within me for the beautiful country of Scotland since visiting in 2014. Those ancient rocks and lochs, towering mountains and a thousand shades of green hugging a multitude of villages that house people I’m certain are ancestors. They have to be. I just feel it. There is nothing like a malty Scottish ale from the tap, oh my the goodness. Whiskey was never my thing until a tasting there and ever since a 14 year Oban is always in my cabinet for special times.
The photo above is Ullapool, Scotland. Lying beside Loch Broom in the Northwest Highlands, Ullapool itself is said to be derived from the norse ‘Ulla-Bolstadr’ meaning ‘Ulla’s steading’. The further north you go the more Norse connections you see. Anchored by the fish and sea trade, Ullapool is one of the many fishing villages commissioned by the British Fisheries Society in the 1780’s to help create trade and grow Scotland. Let’s just don’t talk about the clearances – makes me sad.
Whenever two contrails create a saltire in a blue sky I photograph it and send to my bestie, without whom I would never have gone. She was chasing her roots; I was along for the ride simply to photograph a place I’d always wanted to visit. I cannot wait to go back. Haste ye back the airport sign said as I left, weeping. I will, I will.