In the Great Valley, at last.
The Great Glen.
Glen More.
An Gleann Mòr.
Travelling. Across High Lands.
Amid the mist, beneath the hidden skies.
Amid the clouds, out in the rain.
Land of water. Land of waters.
To the sound of the wind.
To the sound of Gaelic.
Turning it even more mysterious.
An Gleann Mòr.
From Inbhir Nis to Fort Williams, 73 miles shaping Scotland.
Urquhart Castle, Caisteal na Sròine, close by Drumnadrochit.
Watching, for centuries.
Over the lake.
The lake.
Loch Ness.
The first one, for those who come from the north.
The game embraced this journey, searching for its origins.
Traveling light, with no box, out of the box.
Glen More.
Loch Lochy. Loch Lòchaidh.
Just after passing by Loch Oich. Loch Omhaich.
Lakes that succeed along the valley, forming the Caledonian Canal.
The highest mountain was not to be seen, protected by a blanket of clouds.
Beinns, mountain, as in Beinn Nibheis, Ben Nevis.
The highest point of the big island, here measured in feet, 4400 of them.
After Fort Williams, turning west, towards the jagged shoreline.
Loch Shiel. Loch Seile.
A sight dismissing any words.
You do not feel the falling rain anymore.
Time slows down.
It almost stops.
The game embraced the journey.
The tiles have left the box.
They have found their roots.
Eilean Donan Castle.
The castle of Donan island.
Eight Centuries of history.
From the Vikings to the Jacobites.
Rebuilt over 20 years in the early 20th century.
By the sight and hands of a military and his chief of works.
John Macrae-Gilstrap and Farquar Macrae.
Time to head to the island.
To the Isle of Skye.
Exchanging a visit to the castles of Armadale and Moil by the Old Men of Storr.
Climbing, climbing and climbing even more.
Until reaching the mists.
Above the rainbow.
Before the descent.
In the rain, sent by the Old Men to keep us away.
With this rain, that is already part of us.
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| In Clans Map of Scotland, Bartholomew |
Time to leave
behind this land of Clans.
The game will
return to the box.
For now.
An Gleann
Mór.
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