Scotland Dreaming

 “The enemy of art is the absence of limitation.”

– Orson Welles

I has such strong dreams of Scotland last night.  Beautiful old houses on large estates.  So quite and removed from the world in a private sanctuary without a care in the world.  Places where the rest of the world was far away.   

I miss Scotland and ache to return.  Funny that I have only been there twice, scarcely 20 hrs last time and three days the one before. 

I romanticise the place I am sure.   

Perhaps it’s the family tree that draws me.  Do many of you know my full name is Leonard Murray Metcalf.  The Murray, I thought was homage to my father, which it is I am sure.  But it is a name with a long history for us.  Somewhere back there my ansestors are the Murray clan in Scotland.   There is even a poem about the Sea Captain Murray who crashed the ferry.  Yes I am related.  I will see if I can find it for you to read.

So perhaps my longing for country is about my roots. Perhaps it is an aching for rain, cool weather and mist.   

I know I miss my friends who live there.  Megan in Glasgow, Tim and Charlotte down near Gencoe.   

Rest assured I will get there again.  Camera in hand.  Time with my ansestors and my dearest friends.

This fern is in the Forrest behind Tim’s place.  Photograph and text copyright © Len Metcalf 2019