WALKING THROUGH SCOTLAND
In the company of friends
And the rhythm of sticks
I spy a blue fly on green fern
Sheep grazing in the distance
Tufts of wool dangling from fences
Bluebells line the path with yellow anenome,
Purple geranium, wild rose, ferns
and blossoms of which I have no name
Rain falls from heavy clouds
White water spills over the faces of dark rocks
Into bubbling pools
The land begs verse
We end each day foot weary but filled
Seeing more by seeing less
We end each day bedding at inns in quaint towns
Savoring warm bowls of soup
And cups of hot tea
By Alanna Pass 
This is my kind of hiking. I would probably drive my friends crazy because I would be stopping so often to take photos. I also love the idea of taking classes for the bodhran. I bought one the first time I was in Ireland from a bodhran maker but unfortunately over the years the skin started coming away from the frame.
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Do you put both on your bucket list! We had sort of a group agreement on this walk to just poke around and take our time as opposed to the power walks of our younger selves. As for the bodhran, come to Craiceann!Ive been pleasantly surprised by the number of women my age or older ( some in their 70s) here for the week. They have classes for total beginners. You can even buy a nice drum here. Carpe diem!
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