I have the Lamont Traveling Plaque safely packed in the smaller of two bags that I'll be checking on Wednesday, Oct. 21 when my sister and I leave for Scotland.
This is my fifth trip over and Laura's first. She'll be flying to Newark from Grand Rapids, Michigan and I'll be flying up from DFW. In the evening we'll board a Continental flight bound for Glasgow. (For those of you who are inclined to pray -- travel mercies are requested. More concerned about catching the flu than crash-landing in the Atlantic. Thanks!)
I plan to upload photos here as we go. Both cottages in which we're staying are supposed to have wi-fi which will enable me to relax in the evening with my laptop and mess around with the day's pictures, e-mail, and the Internet. (Just like at home!) We'll be a couple nights at a cousin's home in Stirlingshire, a week near Dunvegan on Skye, and almost a week in East Lothian. Hopefully we can find some good photo ops for the plaque and then bring it back safely so it can travel to another CLSNA member's home.
Safe journey, Jill. Looking forward to the photos.
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The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca
I'll pick up photos from here for November Wee Harp but your job, should you choose to accept it, is to write up your trip so we can include that this issue (or the one in February, when a wonderful visit might warm the hearts of some of us in cold country!!) Your choice.
The first photo is not the best one of the plaque (too far away) but it sets the scene and is the first time we remembered to take it out of the car! More coming later this week . . .
This was taken in front of the war memorial (I think the Great War?) in downtown Portree where we went shopping and had lunch today.
Took the plaque to lunch at the Stein Inn -- the oldest inn still in business on the island, and to the Edinbane Pottery Studio where it sat for just a moment amongst the drying pottery.
I don't think you have to worry about the Creek. They were defeated many, many years ago. Now, God willin', well, you'll have to talk to Him about that yourself.
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The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca
The traveling plaque went to two different spots on Skye today. It made a friendly incursion into Clan Donald lands, and . . . it made a brief appearance at the Talisker Whisky Distillery shoppe!
We didn't find the Lord of the Isles at home but we were given Highland hospitality and allowed to roam the grounds.
After lunching in MacDonald country (but not at MacDonald's!) we stopped on the way back to Dunvegan at the home of Talisker Uisge Beatha . . . AKA - whisky! Having toured the distillery before I only stopped in the shop for a few gifties to bring home. (I don't care for the stuff myself!)
Ah, so , that's where I learned that. Was it from you on here?
Cool pix, BTW. I'll bet it felt a right kinship to the Clan Donald lands.
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The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca
Today the plaque got to pose in front of the museum dedicated to the birth of the Saltire. The flag of Scotland is said to have originated at what is now Athelstaneford, East Lothian when the cross was seen in a vision by a 9th century Scottish king. Unfortunately the museum closed at the end of October but we stopped by anyway so my sister could read the information plaque and we could take pictures with the lovely blue sky to match the blue in the saltire.
Did someone in this thread or another mention tha the Saltire is the flag of the Army of East Tennessee?
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Rick
The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca
Jill, great pictures, thanks for sharing them with us. Oh, and by the way, if you felt compelled to bring some Talisker home with you I would have been more than happy to dispose of the stuff for you. I'm just that kind of guy.
I did not know E Tenn had an army? and definately did not know the saltire was there flag.
Thanks Cuz I try to learn something new each day at the same time try not to forget two things... I think I have about 10 years before I hit zero. My kids think I am there already.
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That was Civil War era, I think. But it's definitely the White Saltire on the dark blue background. Eric took a picture of us with the plaque with the group in the background:
On the right way in the background - see it?
-- Edited by LarneMan on Monday 2nd of November 2009 10:13:19 PM
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Rick
The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca
Today the plaque visited Hailes Castle along the River Tyne. Ancient home of the Burnett family, it was all but destroyed by Cromwell's men in the 1630s. It was never restored after that as the family had holdings in other locations. However, my Great-Grandfather, Alexander Lumsden LAMOND was born just down the road at the Nether Hailes farm in 1880. It is very possible that he played around this ruined castle site as a young lad. :)
Jim, I'm afraid what little Talisker I have has already been spoken for. But I'm sure if you were to show up on our doorstep on New Year's Eve, i.e. Hogmanay (are ye dark-haired, lad?) we'd be glad to gie ye a wee dram!
The plaque went with us to Edinburgh today! We took the train in from the Drem Station and were met by a cousin at Waverly Station. However . . . I forgot to take pictures of it!
I could kick myself (but I'm not as flexible as I used to be!). I brought my large shoulder bag that converts to a backpack and had it safely tucked in there. And I had my camera too. I guess the shopping, and lunching, and the wee bit of family researching at the Register House distracted me. And our cousin was apologising all over the place for the "awful construction" on Princes Street. (It's her hometown and she thinks it's ugly just now.)
So you'll have to take my word for it. The plaque was there.
Hopefully I can at least get a photo of it at the Glasgow Airport on Friday morning.
Jim, I'm afraid what little Talisker I have has already been spoken for. But I'm sure if you were to show up on our doorstep on New Year's Eve, i.e. Hogmanay (are ye dark-haired, lad?) we'd be glad to gie ye a wee dram!
Let's see, carry-on luggage: check, plane tickets: check, black hair dye: check
All good things must come to an end. My two weeks in Scotland flew by and I'm now back home in Texas. After I rest up this weekend, I'll take one more photo of the plaque in the "Scottish room" of my home and await instructions on where to send it next.
My sister and I had a wonderful time despite the rain and wind. I'd be happy to visit Scotland any time of the year but for those of you who've never been over I recommend May or September as optimal touring times.
And to whoever has the plaque next: it's lightweight and portable. Have fun!
May or October are the latest and earliest I'd go - due to airline ticket costs. At least when we've been over the last few years, fares go up in June and back down in October. Usually, we would go over just before Memorial Day (to miss travelling during that holiday), and return sometime in June. Weather's good, and there are some festivals in NI that time of year.
Of course, I was in Dunoon in May, and when I was there, it was cold, windy and rainy. But when isn't it there?
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The paintings, poetry and music Are all merely water drawn from the well of mankind And must be returned to him in a cup of beauty So he may drink And in drinking, come to know himself. --Lorca