A semi-literate Catholic blog that is likely to touch on matters religious, historical, scientific and mundane.
My initial reaction to this was, 'seriously? Rannoch moor?' but then I've never seen it like that, Rita, in fact I don't think that I'd ever seen more than three feet infront of my nose. It all depends on the mist and you have evidently been lucky.
Rannoch Moor has a magic of its own in any weather. I don't find it a sad place, unlike Glencoe. There is a stark beauty and silence on the moor that just draws me in. Then again I have been lucky, the visibility has usually been pretty good.....La Mamma, is there any place that calls you?
Oh yes, Rita. My Highland homeland. I haven't been there for over a year now (pregnant with the twins, then mother of twins and two pre-schoolers, etc - the time was just gobbled up). I'm hoping we'll make it in April (during the 'Easter' holidays, which are about three weeks into Eastertide).
North Yorkshire: God's Own Country
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