It's Tuesday, October 05, 1999 11:08 AM Loch Ness, Scotland
The Kount at Inverness
I am sitting on the eastern bank of the Loch looking about
a half mile across at the ruins of Urquhart Castle. The scene
is majestic with evergreen mountains ducking under the smoky white
clouds that are rolling over the peaks and patches of sunshine
poking holes through to illuminate yellow spots on the mountainsides.
Water is lapping against the banks while birds chirp all around
me as if they were jungle drums sending messages to each other.
There is a 19th century sailing ship moving across the water slowly
with only a few sails unfurled.
I have spent the last two days in Inverness looking for an understanding
of the highlander charisma. I have enjoyed rummaging through Celtic
music stores, made a trip the Culloden battlefield to see Bonnie
Prince Charlie's last stand and chatted with Scots in the Pubs.
But as it is anywhere, it takes much time to really get a feel
for a place. Maybe I will be able to make it back.
I have always wondered what it is like on top of Scotland. My only disappointment was not being able to pet the Loch Ness Monster.
The Kount
The picture sent is the Inverness skyline over the Ness river