Rannoch moor: and wild beauty
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands wher’er I go. ―— Robert Burns
Wild Scotland
This is a short journey across Rannoch moor, dropping down into Kinlochleven and leaving across the sea to Skye.
Rannoch, By Glencoe
by T. S. Eliot
Here the crow starves, here the patient stag
Breeds for the rifle. Between the soft moor
And the soft sky, scarcely room
To leap or soar. Substance crumbles, in the thin air
Moon cold or moon hot. The road winds in
Listlessness of ancient war,
Langour of broken steel,
Clamour of confused wrong, apt
In silence. Memory is strong
Beyond the bone. Pride snapped,
Shadow of pride is long, in the long pass
No concurrence of bone
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Credits
This page is for friends, family and life everywhere.
- The feature photo is Over the sea to Skye.
- Kinlochleven photo looks back up towards Rannoch Moor.
- Moor is looking onto Roineabhal
- Resources background is Eyjafjallajökull and Mýrdalsjökull Glaciers
Photos on this page are by Festina Lentívaldi, (be) Benevolution. Reuse: Creative Commons BY-NC 3.0 US.
Video is Ane Brun, Last Breath
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