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fellow Albertans! provincial elections are coming up! if you intend to vote, make sure you read up on the ID requirements (for example, if you were planning on bringing solely your passport as ID, please know that's NOT enough to be used as a single piece of ID, unlike a driver's license).

if you don't have the right identification to vote, make sure your address is up to date on your bank account so that you can print an account statement, or that you hold on to a copy of a utility bill sent to your address, and if you really don't have anything, now is the time to arrange for someone who can vouch for you!

if you're away from home and can't make it to advanced polls (from may 23-27th) you have until the 22nd at 6 pm to request a special ballot in the mail!

AND if you can get to one of the following communities for advanced polls or election day and could use a temporary job for a bit of extra income, you should apply for an election worker position in one of these divisions:

51-Bonnyville-Cold Lake-St.Paul: Bonnyville, Cherry Grove, Cold Lake, Elk Point, Glendon, Heinsburg, Kehewin, Saddle Lake, St.Paul

54-Cardston-Siksika: Cardston, Coalhurst, Magrath, Nobleford, Picture Butte, Vauxhall, Vulcan

55-Central Peace-Notley: Fairview, Falher, McLennan

60-Fort McMurray-Lac la Biche: Anzac, Conklin, Fort McMurray, Janvier, Lac la Biche, Plamondon, Wandering River

61-Fort McMurray-Wood Buffalo: Fort Chipewyan, Fort McKay, Fort McMurray

63-Grande Prairie: Grande Prairie

64-Grande Prairie-Wapiti: Beaverlodge, Clairmont, Grande Prairie, Hythe, Sexsmith, Wembley

70-Lesser Slave Lake: High Prairie, Red Earth Creek, Slave Lake, Wabasca-Desmarais

74-Maskwacis-Wetaskiwin: Ferintosh, Hay Lakes, Looma, Ma-Me-O Beach, Maskwacis, Millet, New Sarepta, Wetaskiwin

77-Peace River Fort Vermilion, Grimshaw, High Level, La Crete, Manning, Peace River, Rainbow Lake

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Well I didn't get any meteors last night as it did end up clouding over, but try finding Orion in this sea of stars above us. I've been trying to get braver going more extreme with my ISO, this is only 6400 though. #orion #stars #orionsbelt #astrophotography #Ferintosh #cold #wintersky #Friday #nighttime #nightsky #photooftheday (at Ferintosh, Alberta)

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Burns wrote this poem in the winter of 1785 and it appeared the next year in his first published volume: Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect.

Burns’s love of whisky has become almost as famous as his works, but it is unlikely to have had the ill effects on his health that were suggested after his death. Although he assuredly enjoyed a drink or two, there’s little evidence that he regularly drank to excess. He was a prolific writer, worked long hours on his farms and even made a living as an exciseman (a job that was hated across rural Scotland) for a number of years.

This poem was written in reference to the passing of an Act in 1784 that prohibited the Forbes family of Culloden from distilling their popular Ferintosh whisky free of duty. Burns was angered by the British government’s taxation of the drink. Here he celebrates the role whisky played in the life of the ordinary man – from festival days to gathering the harvest and settling neighbourly disputes.

Scotch Drink

Gie him strong drink until he wink, That’s sinking in despair; An’ liquor guid to fire his bluid, That’s prest wi’ grief and care: There let him bowse, an’ deep carouse, Wi’ bumpers flowing o’er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An’ minds his griefs no more.

[Solomon’s Proverbs, xxxi. 6, 7]

Let other poets raise a fracas Bout vines, an’ wines, an’ drucken Bacchus, An’ crabbit names an’ stories wrack us, An’ grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug. O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink! Whether thro’ wimplin’ worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink, In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp an’ wink, To sing thy name! Let husky wheat the haughs adorn, An’ aits set up their awnie horn, An’ pease and beans, at e’en or morn, Perfume the plain: Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, Thou king o’ grain! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood, In souple scones, the wale o’ food! Or tumbling in the boiling flood Wi’ kail an’ beef; But when thou pours thy strong heart’s blood There thou shines chief. Food fills the wame, an’ keeps us livin’; Tho life’s a gift no worth receivin’, When heavy-dragg’d wi’ pine an’ grievin’; But oil’d by thee, The wheels o’ life gae down-hill, scrievin’, Wi’ rattlin’ glee. Thou clears the head o’ doited Lear, Thou cheers the heart o’ drooping Care; Thou strings the nerves o’ Labour sair, At’s weary toil; Thou ev’n brightens dark Despair Wi’ gloomy smile. Aft, clad in massy siller weed, Wi’ gentles thou erects thy head; Yet humbly kind in time o’ need, The poor man’s wine: His wee drap parritch, or his bread, Thou kitchens fine. Thou art the life o’ public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs and rants? Ev’n godly meetings o’ the saunts, By thee inspir’d, When, gaping, they besiege the tents, Are doubly fir’d. That merry night we get the corn in, O sweetly, then, thou reams the horn in! Or reekin’ on a New-Year mornin’ In cog or bicker, An' just a wee drap sp'ritual  burn in, An’ gusty sucker! When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, An’ ploughmen gather wi’ their graith, O rare! to see thee fizz an’ freath I’ th’ lugget caup! Then Burnewin comes on like death At every chaup. Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel: The brawnie, bainie, ploughman chiel, Brings hard owrehip, wi’ sturdy wheel, The strong forehammer, Till block an’ studdie ring an’ reel, Wi’ dinsome clamour. When skirlin’ weanies see the light, Thou maks the gossips clatter bright, How fumblin’ cuifs their dearies slight; Wae worth the name! Nae howdie gets a social night, Or plack frae them. When neebors anger at a plea, An’ just as wud as wud can be, How easy can the barley-brie Cement the quarrel! It’s aye the cheapest lawyer’s fee, To taste the barrel. Alake! that e’er my Muse has reason, To wyte her countrymen wi’ treason! But monie daily weet their weason Wi’ liquors nice, An’ hardly, in a winter season, E’er spier her price. Wae worth that brandy, burnin’ trash! Fell source o’ monie a pain an’ brash! Twins monie a poor, doylt, drucken hash O’ half his days; An’ sends, beside, auld Scotland’s cash To her warst faes. Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well! Ye chief, to you my tale I tell, Poor, plackless devils like mysel! It sets you ill, Wi’ bitter, dearthfu’ wines to mell, Or foreign gill. May gravels round his blather wrench, An’ gouts torment him, inch by inch, Wha twists his gruntle wi’ a glunch O’ sour disdain, Out owre a glass o’ whisky-punch Wi’ honest men! O Whisky! soul o’ plays and pranks! Accept a Bardie’s gratefu’ thanks! When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses! Thou comes – they rattle i’ their ranks, At ither’s arses! Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin’ hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ charter’d boast Is ta’en awa! Thae curst horse-leeches o’ the’ Excise, Wha mak the whisky stells their prize! Haud up thy han’, Deil! ance, twice, thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An’ bake them up in brunstane pies For poor damn’d drinkers. Fortune! if thou’ll but gie me still Hale breeks, a scone, an’ whisky gill, An’ rowth o’ rhyme to rave at will, Tak a’ the rest, An’ deal’t about as thy blind skill Directs thee best.

And for those that struggled a wee bit with some words , here’s a translation......

bowse = booze drucken = drunken; crabbit = bad-tempered; wrack = annoy; lug = ear; bear = barley wimplin’ worms = winding spiral tubes in a whisky still; owre = over; ream = froth; faem = foam haughs = hollows; aits = oats; awnie = bearded; Leeze me on thee = blessings; John Barleycorn = the traditional personification of alcoholic drinks chows = chews; cood = cud; souple = soft; wale = choice wame = belly; scrievin’ = careering doited = muddled; Lear = learning; sair = sore massy siller weed = very fine clothing; gentles = gentry; wee drap parritch = little bit of porridge; kitchens = seasons But thee = without you; saunts = saints reekin’ = steaming; cog or bicker = bowl or beaker; gusty sucker = tasty sugar Vulcan = god of fire and metalworking; graith = gear; freath = froth; lugget caup = two-eared cup; Burnewin = blacksmith; chaup = stroke airn = iron; brawnie = muscular; bainie = bony; chiel = lad; studdie = anvil skirlin’ weanies = crying babies; clatter = babble; cuifs = fools; Wae worth = Woe betide; howdie = midwife; plack = farthing wud = wild/angry; barley-brie = barley-brew Alake = Alas; wyte = charge; weason = throat; spier = ask Fell = harsh/cruel; brash = illness; Twins = robs; doylt = muddled; hash = oaf plackless = penniless; sets = becomes; dearthfu’ = costly; mell = meddle; gill = a measure of drink blather = bladder; gruntle = face; glunch = sneer cranks = creakings Ferintosh = a whisky distillery that belonged to Forbes of Culloden; hoast = cough Thae = those; stells = stills; blinkers = spies; brunstane = brimstone Hale breeks = trousers with no holes; rowth = store

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El nombre del amor - Helen Susan Swift (2021)

El nombre del amor - Helen Susan Swift (2012)

En su cumpleaños número 20, Mary Hepburn – hija de un magistrado local – se entera que se casará con John Aitken, un hombre mucho mayor que ella. Sintiéndose infeliz con esto, Mary camina por el páramo local para aclarar su mente. En cambio, conoce y se enamora del guapo Capitán Ferintosh, cuando él la salva de unos contrabandistas de whisky. La situación se complica aún más cuando el padre de…

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Our challenge is starting soon!!! So this is just a friendly reminder that orders are due by Monday if your interested!!! We have prizes for the amazing people that win first, second, and third!!! 😍💪💜 #challenge#winning#prizes#exciting#letsdothis 😊 (at Ferintosh, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNDmCswLs28/?igshid=fgt4i5ty1vbt

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Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s

In the early days of Scotch whisky, Ferintosh distillery stood above the rest. Founded in the late 17th century, the distillery and its whisky were believed to outshine its local competitors; and when it eventually traveled to new markets, such as London, it is said to have been the first whisky asked for by name. According to historians, despite its strong family lineage, favorable tax negotiations, and popularity abroad, Ferintosh was doomed from the start.

Ferintosh’s success — and eventually its demise — was inexorably tied to the politics of the day. Purchased in 1667 by “Grey” Duncan Forbes (the first Laird of Culloden and the patriarch of the prominent Forbes family), Ferintosh was burned down in 1688 by the Jacobites, the Catholic supporters of King James II (or King James VII of Scotland), who had recently been forced to abdicate the throne. The arson was an act of revenge against Forbes, who supported King James’s Protestant successor, King William.

With the distillery in ashes, Grey Duncan Forbes’ grandson, Duncan Forbes (the third Laird of Culloden), petitioned the Scottish Parliament to provide the family with restitution. The Protestant-supporting members agreed, giving Forbes an exemption from excise duty “in perpetuity.” Forbes’ annual excise duty would have been an estimated £40,000 (around £6 million by today’s standards), and without it, the family owed a simple annual fee of about £26.

Unsurprisingly, ��the ‘privilege’, as it was known, gave it a huge commercial advantage,” says Charles Maclean, Scotch whisky historian. Unburdened by the taxes faced by competitors, Ferintosh was able to grow uninhibited, increasing production capacity and eventually building satellite locations throughout the region. By 1750, the distillery’s unchecked growth had resulted in the formation of seven villages, all of which relied on Ferintosh for employment.

“By the late 1760s, two-thirds of all the legal whisky produced in Scotland came from the Ferintosh distilleries,” author Neil Wilson writes in the 2018 article “The Forbes Family of Ferintosh.” By 1780, Ferintosh was producing 562,500 liters of whisky, up from 187,000 liters in 1763, more than tripling its whisky production in 17 years.

As with modern-day corporations that avoid paying taxes, Ferintosh’s success severely disrupted the balance of the industry. “The other licensed distillers got really pissed off,” Maclean tells VinePair, “and they were very powerful and lobbied parliament in London to have the dispensation removed.”

Hoping to settle the issue, Arthur Forbes (the 7th Laird of Culloden) proposed to Parliament that the “privilege” be revoked in exchange for a lump-sum payment. The government agreed, and the Forbes family received a settlement of £20,000. However, they gravely miscalculated. Ferintosh’s income under “privilege” was far greater than how much it earned with taxes reinstated, and the distillery closed within a year.

While Fernitosh’s closure was a blow for a great many admirers, perhaps none was as aggrieved as the famed Scottish poet Robert Burns, who in 1784 wrote the poem “Scotch Drink”:

Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ chartered boast Is tae’en awa?

The article Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s appeared first on VinePair.

source https://vinepair.com/articles/first-whisky-distillery-scotland/

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Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s

In the early days of Scotch whisky, Ferintosh distillery stood above the rest. Founded in the late 17th century, the distillery and its whisky were believed to outshine its local competitors; and when it eventually traveled to new markets, such as London, it is said to have been the first whisky asked for by name. According to historians, despite its strong family lineage, favorable tax negotiations, and popularity abroad, Ferintosh was doomed from the start.

Ferintosh’s success — and eventually its demise — was inexorably tied to the politics of the day. Purchased in 1667 by “Grey” Duncan Forbes (the first Laird of Culloden and the patriarch of the prominent Forbes family), Ferintosh was burned down in 1688 by the Jacobites, the Catholic supporters of King James II (or King James VII of Scotland), who had recently been forced to abdicate the throne. The arson was an act of revenge against Forbes, who supported King James’s Protestant successor, King William.

With the distillery in ashes, Grey Duncan Forbes’ grandson, Duncan Forbes (the third Laird of Culloden), petitioned the Scottish Parliament to provide the family with restitution. The Protestant-supporting members agreed, giving Forbes an exemption from excise duty “in perpetuity.” Forbes’ annual excise duty would have been an estimated £40,000 (around £6 million by today’s standards), and without it, the family owed a simple annual fee of about £26.

Unsurprisingly, “the ‘privilege’, as it was known, gave it a huge commercial advantage,” says Charles Maclean, Scotch whisky historian. Unburdened by the taxes faced by competitors, Ferintosh was able to grow uninhibited, increasing production capacity and eventually building satellite locations throughout the region. By 1750, the distillery’s unchecked growth had resulted in the formation of seven villages, all of which relied on Ferintosh for employment.

“By the late 1760s, two-thirds of all the legal whisky produced in Scotland came from the Ferintosh distilleries,” author Neil Wilson writes in the 2018 article “The Forbes Family of Ferintosh.” By 1780, Ferintosh was producing 562,500 liters of whisky, up from 187,000 liters in 1763, more than tripling its whisky production in 17 years.

As with modern-day corporations that avoid paying taxes, Ferintosh’s success severely disrupted the balance of the industry. “The other licensed distillers got really pissed off,” Maclean tells VinePair, “and they were very powerful and lobbied parliament in London to have the dispensation removed.”

Hoping to settle the issue, Arthur Forbes (the 7th Laird of Culloden) proposed to Parliament that the “privilege” be revoked in exchange for a lump-sum payment. The government agreed, and the Forbes family received a settlement of £20,000. However, they gravely miscalculated. Ferintosh’s income under “privilege” was far greater than how much it earned with taxes reinstated, and the distillery closed within a year.

While Fernitosh’s closure was a blow for a great many admirers, perhaps none was as aggrieved as the famed Scottish poet Robert Burns, who in 1784 wrote the poem “Scotch Drink”:

Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ chartered boast Is tae’en awa?

The article Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s appeared first on VinePair.

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Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s

In the early days of Scotch whisky, Ferintosh distillery stood above the rest. Founded in the late 17th century, the distillery and its whisky were believed to outshine its local competitors; and when it eventually traveled to new markets, such as London, it is said to have been the first whisky asked for by name. According to historians, despite its strong family lineage, favorable tax negotiations, and popularity abroad, Ferintosh was doomed from the start.

Ferintosh’s success — and eventually its demise — was inexorably tied to the politics of the day. Purchased in 1667 by “Grey” Duncan Forbes (the first Laird of Culloden and the patriarch of the prominent Forbes family), Ferintosh was burned down in 1688 by the Jacobites, the Catholic supporters of King James II (or King James VII of Scotland), who had recently been forced to abdicate the throne. The arson was an act of revenge against Forbes, who supported King James’s Protestant successor, King William.

With the distillery in ashes, Grey Duncan Forbes’ grandson, Duncan Forbes (the third Laird of Culloden), petitioned the Scottish Parliament to provide the family with restitution. The Protestant-supporting members agreed, giving Forbes an exemption from excise duty “in perpetuity.” Forbes’ annual excise duty would have been an estimated £40,000 (around £6 million by today’s standards), and without it, the family owed a simple annual fee of about £26.

Unsurprisingly, “the ‘privilege’, as it was known, gave it a huge commercial advantage,” says Charles Maclean, Scotch whisky historian. Unburdened by the taxes faced by competitors, Ferintosh was able to grow uninhibited, increasing production capacity and eventually building satellite locations throughout the region. By 1750, the distillery’s unchecked growth had resulted in the formation of seven villages, all of which relied on Ferintosh for employment.

“By the late 1760s, two-thirds of all the legal whisky produced in Scotland came from the Ferintosh distilleries,” author Neil Wilson writes in the 2018 article “The Forbes Family of Ferintosh.” By 1780, Ferintosh was producing 562,500 liters of whisky, up from 187,000 liters in 1763, more than tripling its whisky production in 17 years.

As with modern-day corporations that avoid paying taxes, Ferintosh’s success severely disrupted the balance of the industry. “The other licensed distillers got really pissed off,” Maclean tells VinePair, “and they were very powerful and lobbied parliament in London to have the dispensation removed.”

Hoping to settle the issue, Arthur Forbes (the 7th Laird of Culloden) proposed to Parliament that the “privilege” be revoked in exchange for a lump-sum payment. The government agreed, and the Forbes family received a settlement of £20,000. However, they gravely miscalculated. Ferintosh’s income under “privilege” was far greater than how much it earned with taxes reinstated, and the distillery closed within a year.

While Fernitosh’s closure was a blow for a great many admirers, perhaps none was as aggrieved as the famed Scottish poet Robert Burns, who in 1784 wrote the poem “Scotch Drink”:

Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ chartered boast Is tae’en awa?

The article Politics, Privilege, and Miscalculation Propelled Scotland’s First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s appeared first on VinePair.

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Politics Privilege and Miscalculation Propelled Scotlands First Distillery From Boom to Bust in the 1700s

In the early days of Scotch whisky, Ferintosh distillery stood above the rest. Founded in the late 17th century, the distillery and its whisky were believed to outshine its local competitors; and when it eventually traveled to new markets, such as London, it is said to have been the first whisky asked for by name. According to historians, despite its strong family lineage, favorable tax negotiations, and popularity abroad, Ferintosh was doomed from the start.

Ferintosh’s success — and eventually its demise — was inexorably tied to the politics of the day. Purchased in 1667 by “Grey” Duncan Forbes (the first Laird of Culloden and the patriarch of the prominent Forbes family), Ferintosh was burned down in 1688 by the Jacobites, the Catholic supporters of King James II (or King James VII of Scotland), who had recently been forced to abdicate the throne. The arson was an act of revenge against Forbes, who supported King James’s Protestant successor, King William.

With the distillery in ashes, Grey Duncan Forbes’ grandson, Duncan Forbes (the third Laird of Culloden), petitioned the Scottish Parliament to provide the family with restitution. The Protestant-supporting members agreed, giving Forbes an exemption from excise duty “in perpetuity.” Forbes’ annual excise duty would have been an estimated £40,000 (around £6 million by today’s standards), and without it, the family owed a simple annual fee of about £26.

Unsurprisingly, “the ‘privilege’, as it was known, gave it a huge commercial advantage,” says Charles Maclean, Scotch whisky historian. Unburdened by the taxes faced by competitors, Ferintosh was able to grow uninhibited, increasing production capacity and eventually building satellite locations throughout the region. By 1750, the distillery’s unchecked growth had resulted in the formation of seven villages, all of which relied on Ferintosh for employment.

“By the late 1760s, two-thirds of all the legal whisky produced in Scotland came from the Ferintosh distilleries,” author Neil Wilson writes in the 2018 article “The Forbes Family of Ferintosh.” By 1780, Ferintosh was producing 562,500 liters of whisky, up from 187,000 liters in 1763, more than tripling its whisky production in 17 years.

As with modern-day corporations that avoid paying taxes, Ferintosh’s success severely disrupted the balance of the industry. “The other licensed distillers got really pissed off,” Maclean tells VinePair, “and they were very powerful and lobbied parliament in London to have the dispensation removed.”

Hoping to settle the issue, Arthur Forbes (the 7th Laird of Culloden) proposed to Parliament that the “privilege” be revoked in exchange for a lump-sum payment. The government agreed, and the Forbes family received a settlement of £20,000. However, they gravely miscalculated. Ferintosh’s income under “privilege” was far greater than how much it earned with taxes reinstated, and the distillery closed within a year.

While Fernitosh’s closure was a blow for a great many admirers, perhaps none was as aggrieved as the famed Scottish poet Robert Burns, who in 1784 wrote the poem “Scotch Drink”:

Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ chartered boast Is tae’en awa?

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Watch as the northern lights dance above our local hotel in this time lapse set to the old tune from my music box I had growing up. Don't forget to head over to our youtube to see the full length video, along with one on cleaning the music box used for the lapse. #musicbox #musical #hotel #TravelAlberta #albertaskies #lodging #nightphotography #stuckinthemiddle of #yeg #Camrose #yyc #nowhere #aurora #northernlights #nostaligia #love #hometown #Ferintosh #Canada #beautiful #lullaby #soothing #calming #forsale #realestate #universetoday #countryliving #country # (at Ferintosh hotel)

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Scottish Parliament

On the North wall of the Holyrood Parliament building as it runs along The Royal Mile, are a series of quotes, most being from Scots, but there are proverbs and a Psalm from the Bible included. The stone these quotes are set in are from around our country.

I took pics of them on Friday night, these are my three favourites, the stone type and where it was quarried from.

This is my country, The land that begat me. These windy spaces Are surely my own. And those who toil here In the sweat of their faces Are flesh of my flesh, And bone of my bone.

Sir Alexander Gray (1882-1968)  full poem  here

Whinstone - Caldercruix, West Lothian

But Edinburgh is a mad god's dream

Fitful and dark, Unseizable in Leith And wildered by the Forth, But irresistibly at last Cleaving to sombre heights Of passionate imagining Till stonily, From soaring battlements, Earth eyes Eternity.

Hugh MacDiarmid (1892-1978) full poem  here

Lewissian Gneiss - Lochinver, Sutherland

tell us about last night

well, we had a wee ferintosh  

and we lay on the quiraing. 

it was pure strontian!

Edwin Morgan (1920-2010) full poem here

Clashach Sandstone - Elgin, Moray.

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[jennlang]

Still can't believe what a change in just 2 months!!!! Why I lived in sweater 😯 was pretty good about hiding the chubbyness!!! #fitness#healthychoices#healthy#isagenixtransformation#isagenix 💜 (at Ferintosh, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/CM_FfbkLBfK/?igshid=ymzsjxatfiq7