Scotiana

 
 
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time:the articulate audible voice of the Past,
when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
(Thomas Carlyle)

 
Hi everybody,
Day after day, we’re adding colourful pieces to our great Scottish mosaic and when we aren’t roaming the beautiful roads of Scotland we [...]

A colder spell had set in. It had been a summery Autumn, but now suddenly there was a sharp Winter’s bite in the air.
‘November chill blaws lood wi’ angry sugh…’
Funny how a line of Robert Burns should come into my head. Maybe the ghost of some Scotsman who trekked up here before me? I was [...]

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Tinker Bell’s wings would scarcely carry her now (…) Every moment her light was growing fainter; and Peter knew that if it went out she would be no more (…)  Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that [...]