............. (To the melody of Wild Mountain Thyme) ............ Oh the tour guide seasons coming, And our visitors are booking, Big wheels they will be turning, While the midnight oil is burning. ............... We will tour, but will you go? And we’ll all tour together,  Filled with Scottish pride and humour, Each tour made into a bloomer, Will ye tour, will ye come? .................... I will guide you round a tower, I will lead you up a mountain, Explain the names of fl

On route to Skye

What the Roman soldiers thought.

As I walk around the blustery headland, I imagine someone crying out for me, There calls, swallowed whole and added to the melee. The wind blows hard, twisting and wooshing, picking and scratching. Nothing is untouched. items Even the naked trees wave their arms in surrender. ………………………..   ‘T’was a storm like this, that brought down King Hakkon,’ My grandfather Jack, would often look back on, He’d always have time to dwell on his land, leaning forward, with dram in hand, His