MINE IS A RETURNING STORY, CIRCLING BACK TO THIS LAND, THE ISLAND OF LISMORE
TO THE NORTH THE HILLS OF MORVERN
TO THE EAST THE LINN OF LORN
TO THE SOUTH OF PAPS OF JURA
TO THE WEST THE SOUND OF MULL
PLAY A MELODY THAT MARKS THE CONTOURS OF BEN NEVIS
AND OUTLINES THE PAPS OF GLENCOE
DESCRIBED AS A JEWEL IN THE THROAT OF LOCH LINNHE THIS LOW LYING SLIVER OF LIMESTONE IS FERTILE, TRANQUIL AND GREEN.
LISMORE HAS LAYERS OF CIVILISATION ENCRUSTED INTO THE LAND. BROCHS, VIKING CASTLES, AND HERE WAS THE SEAT OF THE PICTISH KINGDOM OF THE WEST.
IN 533 MOLUOG ARRIVED TO ESTABLISH A CHRISTIAN SETTLEMENT
MOLUOG MEANS MY LIGHT
THE LAND IS HUMMING WITH LIFE. A BLACKSMITHS ANVIL CUTS THE AIR. CHURCH BELLS ARE RINGING, MILLSTONES GRIND THE BARLEY AND OATS. WOMEN AND GIRLS ARE SINGING.
