CONVERSATIONS ELSEWHERE, 2020
Life 2020 and no-one can travel. So I return virtually to ancient Dunadd in Argyll and Bute and stand high up where the craggy outcrop summit rises above the bog of Moine Mhòr, looking west to the sea. To Jura, Newfoundland, Labrador, then northwest to Greenland, Iceland, and southwest to Ireland, the Atlantic and beyond. Such far flung places, many of which brought settlers to Argyll and deeper into the Scottish mainland. Each personal history is etched into the stone here producing a crowded, cacophony of noise that I can only slowly unpick.
There is always this in the packed rock archive of such places.
The Iron Age fort of Dunadd where I stand, may well have been an island in AD500, when Dunadd was an important, ancient capital and where its’ kings were anointed.