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the Mackie bequest.

7th Nov. 1920.
How delatory I have been writing up my
journal. This year we have had one of
the worst summers in the memory of man.
Within the last week or two there was still corn
out in fields in the Lothians and on Tweedside
Cold & wet has been its character. In one
period of 24 hours early in August, or rather
about the middle, rain fell in Edinburgh &
various places in the South & Central
Scotland to the amount of nearly 3 ins. [inches]
We were lucky! We took our holiday in the
North West and really had some glorious
days. On 11th Aug. we left Edinburgh and
travelled to Arisaig by the West Highland
line, a never ceasing panorama of glorious
scenery. Our destination was Camus-darroch
near Morar, where we were to stay with the
Hoods. What a lovely spot it was! The house
set back a few hundred yards from the sea,
looked out over a foreground of grey, green
bents to a stretch of the purest silvery sand
edging the blue sea, with the mountainous
hills of Rum crowning the horizon in the
misty distance. The evening we arrived
the sun set in a glorious vision of colour

and we sat watching it on Rum till rose changed to
madder, & madder to purple, and the purple
gradually gave place to mirk & darkness.
Once or twice I fished on Loch Morar. It is
a beautiful loch, but I don’t think the trout
run large in it. leastwise those I caught were
small. From Camus-darroch we
set out for Glenelg. Our route was by train
to Mallaig thence by boat to Glenelg. When
we reached Mallaig it was raining heavily
and we stood miserably on the exposed pier,
looking down into the steamer which the
highland sailors were emptying of its cargo
of tourists & sheep, with characteristic slow:
:ness. The mist lay low on the hills, & as there
was no view to be seen, & only rain & wind
to be endured on deck I preferred to sit
in the stuffy cabin. At Glenelg there is no
pier for the steamer to tie up to, so she lies-
to out in the bay, whilst ancient sailor:
:men bring out a ferry to transfer the
visitors & their goods to the shore. It was
raining & blowing when we leaped down
into the ferry & began our adventurous voyage.
I thought we would never make the shore.
The ferrymen with monstrous long oars
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