When I was seven, I had a dream one night that I went to Scotland. Of course, I knew nothing of the place, except that there was some sort of Loch Ness Monster there, and bagpipes. In my dream, it looked pretty much like my own neighborhood. When I woke up, however, I was determined to someday see the place.
I got my opportunity in 1999, as a 20-year-old college student spending a semester in London. While my cohorts went to Amsterdam for the "culture," I headed north on BritRail to the land of 1/4 of my ancestors, most notably John Savage Cooper, my great-great-grandfather.
Scotland is a beautiful place, and I've always felt so lucky I got to see it--twice! Once in March 1999, and again in May that year, when I took my parents to see it at the end of London Semester. I did not go back in 2004-2005, and sometimes I regret that I didn't. I'm convinced, however, that I will go back someday.
My pictures were taken on film back then, of course, but I once scanned a few, and tonight I dragged out my London Semester scrapbook and took some pictures of pictures with my iPhone.
|A Heelan Coo (Highland Cow) post card.|
|Holyroodhouse, which features prominently in the 2nd|
|Dad and I at Edinburgh Castle|
|Mom and Dad on a boat on Loch Ness.|
|The Caledonian Canal at the Fort Augustus end of Loch Ness.|
|This apparently didn't scan well, but that's Inverness.|
|Castle Urquhart (ruins) on Loch Ness.|
|Twenty-year-old Meg by the ruins of Castle Urquhart.|
Whatever happens with the independence vote, Scotland will always be a special, beautiful place.