r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: November 2017

Happy St Andrew's Day!



Scots and Scots at heart from all over the world wish you a Happy St Andrew's Day!

Caledonia




I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs, that make me think about where I come from
That's the reason why I seem so far away today

Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing, found others on the way
I have tried and I've kept on trying, stolen dreams, yes there's no denying*
I have traveled hard sometimes with conscience flying somewhere in the wind

Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Now I'm sitting here before the fire, the empty room the forest choir
The flames that couldn't get any higher they've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands have shaken and the kisses flow then I will disappear

Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Dougie MacLean


#BeLikeStAndrew



St Andrew is Scotland's patron saint and on November 30 we celebrate St Andrew's Day with the rest of the world.

This St Andrew's Day is going to be something special. On the 30th of November Scotland is coming together to share little acts of kindness with each other in tribute to our kind country and generous Patron Saint.


 
 

not Coul




Developers want to build a new golf course on one of the rarest and most unique dune landscapes in Europe. The planned destruction at Coul will be far greater than that brought by Trump’s development on Aberdeenshire’s Menie beach, which also failed to deliver promised economic gains. The dunes and beach at Coul are one of the last areas on undisturbed dune land in Scotland and support a range of rare wildlife. If protecting these is important to you, comment on the planning application and ask the developers to reconsider their plans  

The White Swan




Donald MacDonald, (known as Red Donald of Corùna), was a North Uist stonemason, a veteran of the First World War and a legendary war poet in the Gaelic language. He’s best known for the song An Eala Bhàn, “The White Swan” which he composed during the Battle of the Somme. It’s been performed by a huge number of Gaelic artists from Julie Fowlis to Capercaillie and Linda Macleod who grew up in the same part of North Uist as Donald MacDonald. She speaks here to Cathy McDonald about the significance of the song and the man behind it. - from  BBC World War One At Home


Gur duilich leam mar tha mi Sad I consider my condition
'S mo chridhe 'n sas aig bron With my heart engaged with sorrow
Bhon an uair a dh'fhag mi From the very time that I left
Beanntan ard a'cheo The high bens of the mist
Gleanntannan a'mhanrain The little glens of dalliance
Nan loch, nam bagh 's nan srom Of the lochans, the bays and the forelands
'S an eala bhan tha tamh ann And the white swan dwelling there
Gach la air 'm bheil mi 'n toir Whom I daily pursue
  
A Mhagaidh na bi tursach Maggie, don't be sad
A ruin, ged gheibhinn bas Love, if I should die
Co am fear am measg an t-sluaigh Who among men
A mhaireas buan gu brath? Endures eternally?
Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt We are all only on a journey
Mar dhithein buaile fas Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold
Bheir siantannan na blianna sios That the year's wind and rain will bring down
'S nach tog a'ghrian an aird And that the sun cannot raise
  
Tha 'n talamh leir mun cuairt dhiom All the ground around me
'N mheallan suas 's na neoil Is like hail in the heavens
Aig na 'shells' a'bualadh With the shells exploding
Cha leir dhomh bhuam le ceo I am blinded by smoke
Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan My ears are deafened
Le fuaim a'ghunna mhoir By the roar of the cannon
Ach ged tha 'n uair seo cruaidh orm But despite the savagery of the moment
Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeoid My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod
  
Air m'uilinn anns na truinnsichean Crouched in the trenches
Tha m'inntinn ort, a ghraidh My mind is fixed on you, love
Nam chadal bidh mi a'bruadar ort In sleep I dream of you
Cha dualach dhomh bhith slan I am not fated to survive
Tha m'aigne air a lionadh My spirit is filled
Le cianalas cho lan With a surfeit of longing
'S a' ghruag a dh'fhas cho ruadh orm And my hair once so auburn
A nis air thuar bhith ban Is now almost white
  
Oidhche mhath leat fhein, a ruin Good night to you, love
Nad leabaidh chubhraidh bhlath In your warm, sweet-smelling bed
Cadal samhach air a chul May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards
Do chusgadh sunndach slan May you waken healthy and in good spirits
Tha mise 'n seo 's an truinnsidh fhuar I am here in the cold trench
'S nam chluasan fuaim a' bhais With the clamor of death in my ears
Gun duil ri faighinn as le buaidh With no hope of returning victorious
Tha 'n cuan cho buan ri shnamh The ocean is too wide to swim


                                               Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna
                                                         (1887-1967)

Lines Before Going

Soon is the night of our faring to regions unknown,
There not to flinch at the challenge suddenly thrown
By the great process of Being - daily to see
The utmost that life has of horror and yet to be
Calm and the masters of fear. Aware that the soul
Lives as a part and alone for the weal of the whole,
So shall the mind be free from the pain of regret,
Vain and enfeebling, firm in each venture, and yet
Brave not as those who despair, but keen to maintain,
Though not assured, hope in beneficent pain,
Hope that the truth of the world is not what appears,
Hope in the triumph of man for the price of his tears.


Alexander Robertson, from Comrades