Holly Clarke’s Place to Fall to Pieces

Dal Riada

This Place has been constant in my life. A sanctuary of rest, happiness and the feeling of freedom. Walking among ancient monuments from a time when the worship of nature was at the heart of life. Monuments dedicated to the worship of old gods who would reward self belief and determination. Gods who would want you to become your own God.

The sea holds forgotten memories that span centuries. The arrival of the Northmen sailing their longships, a storm that broke an already failed armada, the clash of many a clan and happy memories of long days sail among the many beautiful islands in the Inner Hebrides.

But all that majesty cannot compare to how I feel when I am in a little cottage on the shores of Loch Melfort. Where me, my mum and dad would curl up in front of a fire and lose ourselves in the pages of our favourite books.

For me, this ancient land is a spiritual home.