It's that time of year when we tell each other ghost stories. Where we look to be haunted and spooked and a wee bit scared. With Halloween comes eerie sounds and frightful sights.
Perhaps it's the mist and dark, brooding skies, or history of Highlanders meeting a bitter, bloody end, but Scotland doesn't wait for All Hallows Eve for a good tale of haunting... there the ghosts walk year round...
We were looking for roses, not spirits, when we entered the gates at Ardchattan Priory, where Valliscaulian monks planted a garden that still blooms on the shores of Lock Etive after 700 years.
It could have been because we wandered alone, or because the clouds overhead sent shadows scuttling across the green, or maybe the chill in the air...
Did those monks of old still tend the gardens, or watch over those who wandered there?
Did the Loyalists who burnt and plundered the church during the civil war still watch over the ruins?
Only the flowers know for sure (and they're not telling any tales).
Do you like a good scary story this time of year? What about ghosts? Just for Halloween or do you believe?
Personally, the only thing I want to be haunted by is the number of candy bar wrappers that give evidence to post-trick or treating gluttony!
Hope you are having a sweet week! XOXO