I still have that Drunken Sailor song in my head and am useless as a blogger.
At least let me show you some more photos from Scotland in the Gloaming that will make you understand why I love that site so much.
And this one:
My ancestors (half of them, anyway) are from one of the most beautiful places in the world. They never would’ve left it, but they got bashed in the head and dragged aboard an emigrant ship by force.
Four generations later, my child self who knew nothing of her history had strange poignant dreams full of green grass and rain.