#loch shiel

[vox-anglosphere]

A bird's eye view of Loch Shiel from the Glenfinnan monument

#Loch Shiel #Glenfinnan #Western Highlands #Inverness-shire #West Highland Railway #scenic view #monument #Scotland #Scottish history #Gothic #doorway #1745 Rebellion #UK

[alli-takes-photos]

Scotland, part 1

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#original photographers #photographers on tumblr #lensblr #photography #photooftheday #photosofbritain #landscape #travelphotography #scotland #scotland travel #scottish lochs #glencoe #loch shiel #travelbucketlist #bucketlist #dreamhome #fantasy landscape

[quo-usque-tandem]

Loch Shiel, Lochaber, Scotland

#nature #nature photography #Loch Shiel #Lochaber #Scotland #travel #travel photography

[scotianostra]

Glenfinnan

#Scotland #lochaber #scottish highlands #Glenfinnan Monument! #Loch Shiel #my pics

[celticculture]

📷 chris mckenzie

#loch shiel #welcome to scotland #highlands #landscape #📷 chris mckenzie

[ukdamo]

Today's Flickr photo with the most hits: this recent upload - Loch Shiel, at Glenfinnan.

#glenfinnan #loch shiel #west highlands #fort william

[alluneedissunshine]

Private jetty by INNES Via Flickr: Early morning, late evening, the Loch Shiel, Acharacle, jetty is such a peaceful place to contemplate the day. It's so silent, just the sound of distant birds and water fowl, carrying across the calm waters, the occasional splash as something leaps out of the water or a duck plops out of the sky. Ben Resipol rises to the East, and the top of Ben Nevis peeps through a gap between two distant mountains further down the loch.

#loch shiel #jetty #resipol #acharacle #highlands #scotland #clouds #outdoors #nature #reflection #hills #mist #fog #light #morning #sunrise #photography #landscape #scenery #scenic

[bestcryptids]

Tony "Doc" Shiels is an English magician and artist known in the cryptozoology world for hoaxing several cryptids. These include the ocean dwelling Morgawr, the flying Owlman of Cornwall, and the infamous Loch Ness muppet photo.

#cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptidsinjuly2023 #weird #mystery #bizarre #cryptid

[mightywellfan]

Loch Shiel and Glenfinnan monument

#scotland #visit scotland #scottish highlands #Glenfinnan

[nocturna7]

Castle Tioram, Loch Moidart.

The ruins of Castle Tioram stand on the tidal island of Eilean Tioram near the point at which the River Shiel flows into Loch Moidart. Castle Tioram is pronounced „Cheerum“ as far as I know.

The castle was the traditional home of the MacDonalds of Clanranald. Castle Tioram was built in the early 13th century on a rock on the tidal island. It is very possible that there was a much older fortress before but the castle was mentioned for the first time in 1372.

Castle Tioram was recorded as being in a poor condition when occupied by a garrison of government troops during the 1715 Jacobite uprising. It was recaptured by Allan of Moidart, who then, it is said, set fire to it to prevent its future use, before departing to meet his death at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.

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#castletioram #lochmoidart #castles_oftheworld #monumental_world #loves_united_castle #Scotland #scotlandlover #scotland_greatshots #lovescotland #loves_scotland #igscotland #instascotland #insta_scotland #explorescotland #visitscotland #fiftyshades_of_history #thisisscotland #wonderlustscotland #yourscotland #hiddenscotland #castlesofscotland #castlemypassion #amazingshots_castle #bestcastles #yourcastles #castlephotography

#castle #scotland #🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[elismor]

A piece of my personal fannish history came back to me today and I want to share the story of it because, to me, it's about the very best part of fandom: friendship.

In 1996, I went to Syndicon in Baltimore, Maryland and met my friend Virginia in person for the first time. We knew one another from HIGHLA-L (that's an email list for all you youngsters wondering wtf a -l is) and spent an evening sitting on the floor in a hotel ballroom talking about fanfic and life and Highlander while everyone around us danced to Jim Byrnes and his band.

In 1998(ish) two other HL friends and I went to Scotland for a con where Peter Wingfield was appearing and took a day to drive a massive loop through the highlands. We stopped at the highlander monument in Glenfinnan (on the shores of Loch Shiel--because no HL fan can say Glenfinnan without adding that) and, on a whim, decided to bring a bottle of water from the loch back to Virginia. So, we scoured the car for a bottle and got to work.

I fell in while scooping the water out. It was February.

This past summer, Virginia passed away from cancer and her niece contacted her closest group of fandom friends to ask us if we wanted anything to remember her by (as she was a collector of fandom things) and, on a whim, I said that if she still had the water, I would love to have it.

It arrived in today's mail. I always figured that V would decant it out of the Cherry Coke bottle we had on hand and put it into something fancier for display...but she did not. So there it is, stashed on my office bookshelf until I figure out where I'm going to put it for real.

Twenty Seven years of friendship and laughter (and tears) and inside jokes and fandom drama (and real life drama) and joy...and now grief.

Everyone does fandom in their own way and mine has always been more about the connections with fellow fans than the source material. Virginia and I ran a fanfic archive together. She met me at Five Points Station in Atlanta in 1996 when I was there for the Olympics. She came out to me on a beach in Florida in 2002(ish). We went to Dragon*Con together and bought lightsabers. And she kept this bottle of lake water I got her...for all these years.

Cherish your fandom friends, folks. For they surely cherish you.

#fandom #let friendship thrive #miss you Va

[tgarnsl]

Early Morning Kiss, Keith/Ewen

*rolls up five months late*

Here you go!

Ewen awoke to a clear dawn and Keith’s head heavy on his shoulder. Carefully extracting himself from his friend’s close embrace, he rose from the bed and opened the window to let in air, for the little room still carried the heavy scent of sweat and sex.

If the man Ewen Cameron had been a year ago, lying in misery in that draughty cell in Fort Augustus, could but see him now, his former self would have been startled beyond measure. He had hated Keith Windham in those dark days, so certain of the soldier’s part in his own betrayal of Lochiel. Yet it was not hatred now that burned in Ewen’s heart as he gazed down at the sleeping man, but a sentiment of the opposite nature entirely, one that he had become aware of all too late. At that first meeting on Loch Oich-side, fate had struck a rock from whence a fountainhead had sprung forth, carrying them along in its current, turning them this way and that, though neither Keith nor Ewen were aware of it. It had carried them to Edinburgh, to the shieling hut, to Fort Augustus, and to Morar. Five meetings, the prophecy had said, the first and the last by water.

And now the current had carried them here, to Paris and this little room. On hearing of the loss of Windham’s commission, his disgrace and subsequent discharge from the army, Ewen had invited him to Paris. Keith had accepted, and for a fortnight Ewen had agonised over every possible misfortune that might prevent this sixth meeting. He had not believed it when Keith had at last knocked on his door, and had only been persuaded of his friend’s presence once Keith’s arms were around him. And then Keith’s mouth had met his, and everything that Ewen had planned to say to Keith, all the pretty speeches and carefully chosen words, had vanished like smoke. In the end, there had only been two things to say — but even there, Keith had him beaten.

Tha gaol agam ort, he had murmured in clumsy Gaelic, holding Ewen’s face between shaking hands. Ewen could make no coherent reply, his heart beating frantically in his chest, and the hesitation made Keith withdraw and apologise. There had been only one thing to say to make it right.

“Come to my bed, Windham,” said Ewen, and before he could turn coward, caught Keith’s upturned face and kissed him.

Windham in sleep was a vastly different man to Windham awake. Gone was the soldier, the hard-faced man with the spine so straight and stiff it seemed to be made of iron. In his place lay the friend, the kindly lover whose boyish affections were given as freely as they were returned. Keith had laughed at some foolish thing Ewen had said as they hurriedly undressed, and his smile had been warm as he pulled Ewen down onto the bed with him. It had only been after, when shyness swept over them at last and they covered their nakedness, embarrassed by the vulnerability they had shown to each other, did some vestiges of the old Keith return, but these did not last. They could not. In the darkness they reached for each other, scarce believing that the other lay beside them, and remained closely entangled until morning.

Keith was awake now, though barely, and murmured Ewen’s name. Ewen slipped back into the bed and drew his friend once more into his arms. Keith gave a contented sigh, pressing his face into the crook of Ewen’s shoulder, a leg insinuating itself between Ewen’s.

“Good morning,” said Ewen quietly.

Keith groaned. “Do not wake me,” he said. “I was having the most marvellous dream…”

Ewen shifted himself so that he could look down at Keith’s face. “As did I,” he said. “I dreamt my friend came to me and told me of his love.”

Keith made a pleased noise and smiled. “I had that vision too,” he said, opening his eyes. In the uncertain light of dawn Ewen was caught by their remarkable colour, green one moment, brown the next, shifting in colour like the shallows of a loch. Keith reached up, his fingers tangling in Ewen’s unbound hair, his encouragement clear, and Ewen leaned down and met Keith’s lips with his own, the anxiety and weariness of their long separation slowly easing. If this was a dream, he prayed he might never awaken from it.

#the flight of the heron #anyways RIP to Lachlan who is within earshot of this reunion and is hating every moment of it #my writing

[jimrichardsonng]

Scotland Fix of the Day: Glenfinnan and Loch Shiel are both scenic and historic, the site where Bonnie Prince Charlie rallied the Highlanders to the lost cause. But for me it's the annual Glenfinnan Gathering that makes it so friendly and memorable. A day full of hammer throwing and caber tossing, bagpipe competition (with stoic judges listening keenly for every last musical detail) and maybe the White Cockade Society, climbing the hill to pay homage to Highlanders with a shot of the musket, a toast of whisky and raising the Saltire over the glen. Altogether it deeply steeped in Scottish lore – and I'm happy to say I'll be back there August 20 for the games with our Summit Workshops gang. (New pictures to follow soon after.) #scotland #highlands #highlandgames #glenfinnan #outlander @summitworkshops — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/I09LaVx

#Instagram #IFTTT

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Loch Shiel, Scotland, UK [1242x1656] [OC]

#inline reddit: EarthPorn #Photography #Art #EarthPorn #Reddit #Imgur

[scotianostra]

Nearly shit myself in Glenfinnan when this plane passed right above my head, no noise at all until it dropped out of the sky and boom it was gone, wish I had been faster with my camera.

#Scotland #scottish #scottish highlands #Lochaber #Loch Shiel #raf #bomber #royal air force

[theroyalsandi]

The young Princess Elizabeth with her father George VI and sister Princess Margaret playing on the shores of Loch Muick and the Glas-allt-Shiel at Balmoral. Shots are taken from a private home movie captured on at the Estate | Elizabeth: The Unseen Queen which airs on May 29

#royaltyedit #queen elizabeth ii #elizabeth ii #george vi #king george vi #princess margaret #british royal family #my gif