Kilchurn Castle, Scotland; Image credit: Vijayalakshmi Viswanathan
My daydreams through trips to the UK come replete with sights and sounds, even smells and tastes, evoking feelings that take me back in time.
I start at the covered market in Oxford. I’m 17 again, my first trip to the UK, the taste of a delicious freshly-baked triple chocolate cookie from Ben’s Cookies on my tongue. I wander through vintage stores around Brick Lane in London in my late 20s, finding my favourite blazar. I sit, by myself, in a small pub in my sister’s Hackney neighbourhood, peacefully sipping a cold pint of cider and reading a book. I spend a leisurely Sunday brunch with family at Cafe Z bar, eating a full English breakfast that still gives me cravings.
Sunset view in Cove; Image Credit: Vijayalakshmi Viswanathan
Yet in the midst of many memories, there’s one place that remains the centre of my imagination. A much planned trip to Scotland in May-June 2017. The beautiful old sea-facing house in the small village of Cove, a couple of hours drive from Glasgow, where we based ourselves. The poetry in the clouds over the sea and the inspiration I found in the amazing natural beauty. The quiet and peace. The lazy wanderings through old castles and their scenic grounds. A day trip to the town of Oban to feel a bit of bustle. There, stuffed with a fresh seafood spread, we sampled heavily peated whisky (smoky scotch) at the local distillery, finding unique gifts to bring home.
Puck’s Glen; Image Credit: Vijayalakshmi Viswanathan
The whole trip seemed sprinkled with a little bit of magic. Just like the pixie dust my little nephews were certain they found in our enchanting walk through Puck’s Glen (a forest trail named after the Shakespearean character).
A magic that stays with me even now.
Blog contributed by Vijayalakshmi Viswanathan, Social Sector Specialist.