Every day I am lucky enough to cross the Forth Rail Bridge on the train to get to and from work. A couple of nights ago I saw something magnificent. It was dusk and the sky was bruised with clouds, giving the illusion that the sea, the land and the sky were all a deep blue. It was as though a child had taken one of those magic paintbrushes and swept it across the Forth. Scotland’s landscape is like that. It exudes a power and a beauty all its own as if it’s saying to the world, ‘look. I’m taking majesty one step further. ‘
In fact everything about Scotland is majestic. I’m an outsider in this land, but I call it home. I’ve never lived anywhere that has not only caught my imagination, but has brainwashed it into thinking there is no other place I could ever consider living again.
My first visit was about 7 years ago now and my heart was lost standing on the shores of Loch Ness. When people think of Loch Ness they automatically go to a large amphibious creature who has been part of folklore for centuries. My heart wasn’t lost to her, it was lost to the beauty of the Loch and it’s surroundings. Mountains that are different colours at different times of the day and year. Sometimes burnt by the gorse that grows everywhere and other times rust coloured. Loch’s that have a depth that no one can measure. Maybe that’s why it’s easy to believe in Nessie, a creature hidden in time as well as water.
And then there are Scotland’s capital cities. I do mean cities. I’ve always thought of Glasgow and Edinburgh sharing being the capital, each in their different way.
Edinburgh with its closes and alleyways. Hidden pasts and commercial present. The Oxford bar and Leith Walk. Rankin and Welsh. So many contrasts and excitements and yet soothing. A friend recently called it the most comfortable city in the world to live in.
Glasgow is more about the music, not just in the bars and clubs, but on the streets as well. An orchestra of people trying to make their particular sound and rhythm heard above the rest.
My heart has now been drowned in the Loch that is Scotland. It sits in the depths, never to surface.
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