The British And The Scottish


It was a bloody time in Scottish History. The Scots and the British hated one another. The British placed Scots, if they could catch them, in leg irons and in prisons. Although this was a brutal period, there is something romantic about strong, brave men and women fighting to keep or regain their independence.

Battles like the one at Culloden leave the imagination running wild. There is Bonnie Prince Charlie who remains in the shadows like a ghost. In 'Highland Bloodline' by Florence Love Karsner, there are pages and pages about one family, the Mackinnons. For example, there is Caitlin. She is a healer. Lightening fire can flow from her fingertips in moments and at the right time. She is there to use her healing skills on those who suffer with Scarlet Fever. There is Alex who meets his son for the very first time.

In Highland Bloodline, there are animals walking the Highlands: a wolf, a cat, the flying of an owl and not a deer but a... Its antlers are called a rack. For some reason, that stood out to me and not the name of the animal. However, the religious rites of the Scottish seemed very interesting. Suddenly, I wanted to know more about the Druids and Beltane fires and why are circles always mentioned?

There is also the author's interesting thoughts about prison life. These are mentioned during incidents at the Tolbooth prison. Then, there were usually two prisoners in a square cell. I thought of our prisons today where there are so many men or women packed together in what is called cages. Animals are given more space in a cage at the zoo. I wondered did the author's mind wander to our modern prison system as she wrote about the historical Tolbooth prison.
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