CONVERSATIONS ELSEWHERE, 2019
I look out west from the summit of Dunadd towards the sea, to Jura, Newfoundland and Labrador, northwest to Greenland, Iceland. Then southwest to Ireland, the Atlantic and beyond. Such far flung places, many of which brought settlers to Argyll and deeper into the mainland. These many, personal histories have become blended, soup like, producing a crowded, cacophony of noise – each one vying for precedence. There is always this in the packed rock archive of such places.
The Iron Age fort of Dunadd where I stand, rises up as a craggy outcrop high above the bog of Moine Mhòr in Argyll and Bute in western Scotland. This site may well have been an island in AD500, when Dunadd was an important, ancient capital and where its’ kings were anointed.