Caledonian Canal Rainbow

Looking for Outlander - One Fan's Scottish Adventure - Part I

It was after nine when we arrived, and the guide Frank had called for was awaiting us on the edge of the loch with a small sailing skiff. "An' it suits ye, sir, I thought we'd take a wee sail down the loch-side to Urquhart Castle.  Perhaps we'll sup a bit there, before goin' on."  The guide, a dour-looking little man in weather-beaten cotton shirt and twill trousers, stowed the picnic hamper tidily beneath the seat, and offered me a callused hand down into the well of the boat.

Outlander, chapter 2, "Standing Stones"

My favourite lock keeper on the Caledonian Canal - at Cullochy Lock

My favourite lock keeper on the Caledonian Canal - at Cullochy Lock

It was a beautiful day, with the burgeoning greenery of the steep banks blurring in the ruffled surface of the loch.  Our guide, despite his dour appearance, was knowledgeable and talkative, pointing out the islands, castles, and ruins that rimmed the long, narrow loch. Diana Gabaldon,

Outlander (Chapter 2 - Standing Stones)


Yonder, that's Urquhart Castle."  He pointed to a smooth-faced wall of stone, barely visible through the trees.  "Or what's left of it.  'Twas cursed by the witches of the Glen, and saw one unhappiness after another."

Outlander (Chapter 2 - Standing Stones)


"What about the monster?" I asked, peering over the side into the murky depths.  It seemed entirely appropriate to such a setting. Our guide shrugged and spat into the water. "Weel, the loch's queer, and no mistake.  There's stories, to be sure, of something old and evil that once lived in the depths.  Sacrifices were made to it -- kine, and sometimes even wee bairns, flung into the water in withy baskets."  He spat again.  "And some say the loch's bottomless -- got a hole in the center deeper than anything else in Scotland..."

Outlander (Chapter 2 - Standing Stones)

OK Clava

Clava Cairns

The plant was easier to find.  It was where I remembered it, near the foot of the tallest stone.  I took several clippings of the vine and stowed them temporarily in my handkerchief, meaning to deal with them properly when I got back to Mrs. Baird's tiny car, where I had left the heavy plant presses.

Outlander (Chapter 2 - Standing Stones)


The  tallest stone of the circle was cleft, with a vertical split dividing the two massive pieces.  Oddly, the pieces had been drawn apart by some means.  Though you could see that the facing surfaces matched, they were separated by a gap of two or three feet.

There was a deep humming noise coming from somewhere near at hand.  I thought there might be a beehive lodged in some crevice of the rock, and placed a hand on the stone in order to lean into the cleft.

The stone screamed.

Outlander (Chapter 2 - Standing Stones)

I don't this really is waterweed...but I couldn't resist

I don't this really is waterweed...but I couldn't resist

"Lord," he said softly.  "It's slippery as waterweed." Diana Gabaldon,

Outlander (Chapter 18 - Raiders in the Rocks)

loch ness monster

A great flat head broke the surface not ten feet away.  I could see the water purling away from keeled scales that ran in a crest down the sinuous neck.  The water was agitated for some considerable distance, and I caught a glimpse here and there of dark and massive movement beneath the surface of the loch, though the head itself stayed relatively still.

I stood quite still myself.  Oddly enough, I was not really afraid.  I felt some faint kinship with it, a creature further from its own time than I, the eyes old as its ancient Eocene seas, eyes grown dim in the murky depths of its shrunken refuge.  And there was a sense of familiarity mingled with its unreality.  The sleek skin was a smooth, deep blue, with a vivid slash of green shining with strange, pupilless eyes were a deep and glowing amber.  So very beautiful.

Outlander (Chapter 19 - The Waterhorse)


on the River Garry - close to Fort William

I had been so intent on arguing with Jamie that it had not until this minute dawned on me that the situation I had been vainly trying to bring about for two months had finally occurred.  I was alone.  And I knew where I was.

Looking across the burn, my eyes were dazzled by the morning sun blazing through the red ash trees on the far bank. So that was east. My heart began to beat faster.  East was over there, Lag Cruime was directly behind me.  Lag Cruime was four miles to the north of Fort William.  And Fort William was no more than three miles due west of the hill of Craigh na Dun.

So, for the first time since my meeting with Murtagh, I new approximately where I was -- no more than seven miles from that bloody hill and its accursed stone circle.  Seven miles -- perhaps -- from home.  From Frank.

Outlander, chapter 20, "Deserted Glades"