Monochrome Madness strikes us again

My submission to Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness. Thank you both!

My daughter and I have climbed the very steep Calton hill in the heart of historic, cultural, and totally charming Edinburgh, up to the famous landmark at the peak;  a tribute to the philosopher Dugald Stewart, and which is also next to the monument honouring Admiral Horatio Nelson.  Robbie Burns’ memorial, the poet darling of 1700’s Edinburgh,  is slightly farther down  but every bit as impressive.   The views are wonderful and the old city is embraced by purple heather and wild lupin covered hills, the silver sparkle of the firth of Forth, dramatic skies always,  the pipes calling- and weather changing every five minutes.  I fell in love with this city for many reasons  and so….

 “I will come again my love,  though it be ten thousand miles!” (R. Burns)

My love is like a red red rose” by Robbie Burns put to music and sung by Davey and the Fureys


Dugald Stewart Monument, Calton Hill, Edinburgh

Dugald Stewart Monument, Calton Hill, Edinburgh

and honouring the Irish in me  do visit my Glendalough page



and now for Monochrome on another little stroll of the haunted kind

I must admit much of gaelic lore is quite full of ghosts and magic and I recall my mum  reciting a highland prayer:

From ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties and things that go thump in the night – Good Lord deliver us!”

That always induced a good night’s sleep! and a hope that the closet door wouldn’t creak open in the dark  releasing the most feared of the lot, the long legged beastie.

With that in mind I’m very fond of psychological ghost stories like The Others  with Nicole Kidman, and an older classic by Henry James called The Turn of the Screw which was made into a black and white film; The Innocents, seen on Turner Classics.

Shadow Path

Shadow Path

Who would  forget the angel faced Miles reciting his poem to the sexually repressed Victorian Governess brilliantly played by Deborah Kerr, after which she becomes convinced that the doomed spirits of her dead predecessor, Miss Jessel and the  handsome and wicked Valet, Peter Quint are possessing and tormenting the innocent children. I got chills watching the children wandering through the gardens in the moonlight and dancing silently and alone beside the lake.

Miles famous Poem

What shall I sing to my lord from my window? 
What shall I sing, for my lord will not stay? 
What shall I sing, for my lord will not listen? 
Where shall I go, for my lord is away? 
Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen? 
Gone is my lord, and the grave is his prison. 

What shall I say when my lord comes a-calling? 
What shall I say when he knocks on my door? 
What shall I say when his feet enter softly, 
Leaving the marks of his grave on my floor? 
Enter my lord, come from your prison. 
Come from your grave, for the moon is arisen