Beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Theo. I’ve always thought of the Outer Hebrides as windswept and barren, but your pics and poetic descriptions highlight that they’re full of life too. There’s something awe-inspiring and epic about the landscapes up there. 🌿✨
Liking the name change to Lost Diaries and I think it's bound to be a positive pivot for the publication. Alliterations aside, this was a meditation on the season that has the potential to linger in the mind. The John Muir snippet at the end kind of added to the magic and brought things together nicely.
Very atmospheric. Science is a wonderful 'grounding' subject and goes hand in hand with 'fairy magic'! As regards your note on words, I was 14yrs old before an astute Donegal woman explained to me the difference between a 'midge' and a 'midget' as we used to incorrectly call them. I was spending time in a Gaeltacht, learning Irish in the hills of Donegal of similar landscape. She told us a 'midget' was a "wee man". From that day forth, I used the correct term to describe the colloquialism "midgies". Another one often cited is 'rhubob' instead of 'rhubarb'. What this has got to do with the 'price of turnips', I do not know. Great essay and a nice introduction into Winter time.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Theo. I’ve always thought of the Outer Hebrides as windswept and barren, but your pics and poetic descriptions highlight that they’re full of life too. There’s something awe-inspiring and epic about the landscapes up there. 🌿✨
Thank you James. 🙏 I tend to think of them as bleak, rather than barren. All sorts of ecosystems, esp. machair: https://www.wildlifetrusts.org/habitats/coastal/machair
Liking the name change to Lost Diaries and I think it's bound to be a positive pivot for the publication. Alliterations aside, this was a meditation on the season that has the potential to linger in the mind. The John Muir snippet at the end kind of added to the magic and brought things together nicely.
Cheers Chris! Glad you appreciated it.
Very atmospheric. Science is a wonderful 'grounding' subject and goes hand in hand with 'fairy magic'! As regards your note on words, I was 14yrs old before an astute Donegal woman explained to me the difference between a 'midge' and a 'midget' as we used to incorrectly call them. I was spending time in a Gaeltacht, learning Irish in the hills of Donegal of similar landscape. She told us a 'midget' was a "wee man". From that day forth, I used the correct term to describe the colloquialism "midgies". Another one often cited is 'rhubob' instead of 'rhubarb'. What this has got to do with the 'price of turnips', I do not know. Great essay and a nice introduction into Winter time.
John Muir! This fictional land of Scotland is marvelously cogent