Travels with my Mother – Scotland Forever !

Guest Blog by Mallika Pal

CLIFFS AND COASTS AT NEIST POINT LIGHTHOUSE
Stereotyped for its tartan and haggis, Scotland holds the crown jewels of British wilderness, whiskey and if you’re lucky, weather
​To visit Scotland is to delight in a series of oxymorons – from the rugged elegance of the Highland silhouette, to the humble patriotism of Princes street and the illuminated darkness of the Scottish midnight. My mother and I forewent the castle and whiskey trails to carve our own path through Scotland’s metropolises, Highlands and Isles; me, inspired by the cult TV series Outlander, and my darling mother, inspired by her safety in a foreign land.

Short of a ferry, we experimented with every mode of transport possible that Scotland had to offer, alternating between the National Rail and Citylink coaches. The service was particularly charming – as we alighted in Glasgow, our cheeky Santa Claus of a bus driver, upon seeing me emerge from my sleeping mask commented, “Been sleeping? Me too.” He also instructed us to wear our seatbelts as a “wee favour” to the law and warned us not to “bugger off” at our pit stop for more than five minutes for a “fag or whizz”.

However, nothing came close to the wild solitude of cruising the Isle of Skye in a rented vehicle, soaking in the shoreline and skyline at one’s own pace. It was a surreal experience that at every viewpoint, it made you wonder if the Highlands were at your behest or you at theirs. The dimensions of its glens and lochs – lush greenery spotted with country sheep, yet haunted by the 18th century massacre of thousands of Scottish Jacobites, in an ill-fated coup under the flag of of Bonnie Prince Charles, or The Young Pretender, depending which side of the Anglo-Scottish border you stood – almost gave one the feeling of l’appel du vide that overcame so many to martyr themselves for Scotland. Here stood a land as captivating as the Earth could be, yet in a fatal state of persecution. The most glorious thing that a clansman could do was lead the final Highland charge into the Redcoat cannon fire, and into the archives of history itself.

OAK CASKETS AT TALISKER DISTILLERY
TALISKER DISTILLERY ON LOCH HARPORT
Entering via the gateway town of Fort William, we toured the mystical Isle of Skye, spending our time between peaty whiskey tastings at Talisker Distillery, and a luxuriously homely stay at the 4 Fernilea B&B in Carbost. One day, we drove up to the Northern coast to discover that those who call the Hebrides archipelago the Caribbean islands of the U.K are not being glib – the stunning vista from Neist Point and its auxiliary lighthouse overlooked turquoise oases sparkling in North Sea, which stretched from the interior islands towards the shores of the Outer Herbrides. Flanked by traces of Skye’s Coral Beaches, Neist Point was brazenly one of the coast’s finest cliffs that quintessentially made Scotland, Scotland. Its grandeur even put a town mouse like me in such a state of Zen that I was unwilling, for a moment, to trade it for anything else.
THE FOOTPATH UP TO SKYE’S FAIRY POOLS, NESTLED IN THE BLACK CUILLIN RANGE

The rhythm of Scotland’s landscapes don’t merely begin in its wilderness, its capital boasts a topography that would pique the curiosity of volcanologists, pagans, and medieval historians alike. Arthur’s Seat, an extinct volcano lording over the city’s neighbourhoods with a centrifugal force, has been blessed by fairies in folklore, revered by maidens in the Middle Ages, and played backdrop to legends of King Arthur in both. A climb to the summit can take the form of a two-hour stroll past Holyrood Palace and the ruins of St. Anthony’s Chapel, or a thirty-minute chase up the ominous ‘Red Route’, which we opted for. The path followed earthen steps that would crescendo in a staccato, offering phenomenal bird’s eye views of Edinburgh, and taking your breath away in ways more than one.

Like the Istanbuls and Berlins of the world, Edinburgh flaunts the sensuous duality of two cities conjoined by history, a Reformation-era gothic Old Town – distinguished by the striking Scots monument, the largest altar to a literary figure in the world, and the Balmoral Hotel’s iconic clock tower – which blends into the neoclassical Georgian New Town outlined by docks on the waterfront. The urban symbiosis is no better appreciated than from Calton Hill, which offers its own dimension of architectural history, as upon it is perched the National Monument, a Parthenon-inspired, half-built soldiers’ memorial, and the Corinthian columns of the Dugald Stewart Monument.

SCOTTISH YORKSHIRE TERRIERS PROUDLY WAGGING THEIR TAILS ON THE STREETS OF EDINBURGH
If Edinburgh, with its squares and sculptures, is the 19th century mercantile hub of Scotland, Glasgow is its post-industrial, baby boomer of a city, yet with an elusive imperial past of its own. That Glasgow is all Rennie Mackintosh Art Nouveau is but a fantasy – a visit to the eclectic Kelvingrove Art Museum reveals for most of the Victorian Era, Glasgow gained status as the empire’s “second capital”. Its reign continues as Scotland’s largest city, both in geography and population, yet it remains bypassed by travellers who find Inverness or St. Andrew’s more thrilling. A recent proclamation of Scotland as the world’s most beautiful country in The Guardian notes, “Edinburgh’s charms are obvious and soon spent. Glasgow’s beauty – like single malt – takes time to appreciate, but goes deep.” To me, Glasgow is a microcosm of Scotland’s charm – with fewer visitors than England or the rest of Europe, Scotland remains thankfully, wonderfully, underrated.
GLASGOW, A MELTING POT OF TRADITION AND MODERNITY

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