Last week we continued our bid to follow the sun around the country, almost as if the sun was some kind of touring rock band, and we its slightly crazy groupies.
Our previous adventures this summer have taken us east and west, so this time we decided to head north, following our idol, The Sun, up to the Lake of Menteith (It’s Scotland’s only lake, fact fans! All the others are “lochs”, you see…), and then taking the short boat ride across to Inchmahome Island, home of a ruined 13th century priory called – you guessed it – Inchmahome Priory.
Cute story: the man who took us over to the island (Sailed us? Captained us? I mean, I was wearing a vaguely nautical outfit: you’d think I’d know my nautical terminology!) (You wouldn’t actually think that at all, would you? You’re actually amazed I even remember my own name most of the time…) was called John, and by the time we reached the island, Terry had played true to form, and he and John were BFFs. Anyway, John told us to look out for these stone effigies of the Earl of Menteith and his wife, who, rather unusually, are depicted lying with their arms around each other. Kinda sweet, no? In an “effigies of dead people” kind of way.
Our new friend John was also the person responsible for covering these two up at night, to protect them from the bats which occupy the priory, and he told us that when he uncovers them every morning, he likes to say a quick “hello” to them: I loved that, because it’s exactly the kind of thing I’d do myself. The people they depict have been dead for over 700 years, but I expect it would comfort them to know they were being remembered, all these years later, and, indeed, blogged about. OK, maybe not that last bit.
(John also told us he likes to imagine that when everyone’s left the island for the night, the statues throw off their covering, get up, and do whatever it is stone effigies do for fun these days. I like to think that, too. Because it’s true, obviously.)
Anyway, it’s a beautiful island, which made a lovely spot for a picnic in the sun. Terry enjoyed it so much, he even forgot to do his ”Catalogue Man’ pose, for a few… oh no, wait:
I also have some great shots of him jumping off that tree and running towards me like the madman in the woods, but I’m going to save those for the next time I need to bribe him…