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The Clootie Well

Down by Culloden Moor there is an ancient place among old trees; it’s called the Clootie Well. It’s a place the old religion worshipped and all the old dears will tell you to tie a rag there on May Day to ward off evil. Legend has it, that if you look into the water you may see one of three things. Your own face, your own face in the year of your death, or the face of your life’s love.

Being a curious young thing, and impressionable, I decided to try it out, just to see what would happen. I mean everyone wants to believe there’s magic out there somewhere. I used to walk everywhere in those days, before the years and the rust set in, so off  I went one gorgeous May day many years ago. Walking in the sun, through the town and across the moor to the well, wishing, wishing, wishing so very much that I hadn’t worn those blasted new walking boots. I was going to have blisters I just knew it.

When I got to the well, I hung around for a while, getting up the nerve. Besides, there’s something about that place, it has an air of age. The well’s been there forever of course, but even the trees are old and it’s very quiet, no sound of birds or small animals. I looked down into the water at last and stared in shock at the face of a man. I took off running like a mad thing for about 100 yards, and then stopped suddenly, deciding it was ridiculous, I had to have been imagining things. Oh, and I did get blisters.

As time went by and life piled up behind me, I almost forgot the afternoon at the well, except that sometimes the man’s face would come back to haunt me in my dreams or daydreams. I finished school and university, got married, had my children. Many years passed and I lost track of the magic, with all the usual triumphs and tragedies of an ordinary life, including a divorce.

Now all these years later, I have my sons and grandsons, my menagerie and my dogs, and I have no chance of ever forgetting the face I saw in the well…

… because I wake up beside its owner every morning. The well was right; he is my life’s love.
Celyn

Ehe, so he scared you out of your wits and gied you blisters.   That is dead romantic, so it is!     Laughing
Heidy

Whit iss young wummin neglectit tae pit in hur poast cos she wis yung an innersint annat an hudny got ra experience she confesses tae in hur laytuur years wis....."I looked down into the water at last and stared in shock at the face of a man. who wis staun at ra ur end o ra pule wi nae clathes oan an gesturing suggestivlie at hur an pointin tae his wallupuur!
Err ye go see.... nae ghosties,goolies ...weel aye goolies mibbes but nae feartie hings....
simples....................( insert ra noise at Alexandr ra meercat makes here)
Cool
SengaMcp

Corss if ah wis tae gie ra Heid Grape Peeler ra order ora boot, it wid ony be fur ra likes o thon Alexander, cor ah jist luv that accent!

Ur mebbe Pierce Brosnan wha at least hus ra advantage o bein ra semm species.
Hollowhorn

Did you ever visit the well again, Senga?
I've never had any supernatural encounters that I can remember.
Culloden itself was fairly atmospheric when it was covered with trees. The only place that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up is Glencoe, though I think everyone feels that. I guess it's down to the sheer magnificence of the place.
SengaMcp

Oh aye, many times. I've walked just about every inch of that countryside round Snechie in my time.
Hollowhorn

SengaMcp wrote:
Oh aye, many times. I've walked just about every inch of that countryside round Snechie in my time.

I remember taking the weans for a walk round some ancient standing stones / burial ground in the vicinity of Culloden. What was that place called?
Celyn

Hollowhorn wrote:
SengaMcp wrote:
Oh aye, many times. I've walked just about every inch of that countryside round Snechie in my time.

I remember taking the weans for a walk round some ancient standing stones / burial ground in the vicinity of Culloden. What was that place called?


Might they have been Clava Cairns?  Amazing place.   Have only been there once, but what with bad time-keeping and the dark coming in, we had a most wonderful time wandering around there, esp. 'cos of nobody else, like tourist buses or whatever, being there at same time.

Sorry for brevity - still not trusting computer not to switch itself off again.

http://www.historic-scotland.gov....L_067&PropName=Clava%20Cairns

http://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/inverness/clavacairns/index.html

http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.u...red-sites/bulnaraun-of-clava.html
Hollowhorn

Celyn wrote:
Might they have been Clava Cairns?

Aye that's the very place, cheers!  Wink  It was deserted when we went too, we found it by accident, perhaps everyone else was just unlucky.
swift

The Clootie Well:

Did Rankin no use another  Clootie Well, the one near the golf course, in one of his later books ?
swift
Crawford

Re: The Clootie Well:

swift wrote:
Did Rankin no use another  Clootie Well, the one near the golf course, in one of his later books ?
swift


He used it in his tome `Naming of the Dead`, one of his later Rebus tales. Whether it is the same place I`m not sure.

Crawford
SengaMcp

It's probly no the same wan. Thur's Clootie Wells aw ower ra shop whaur fowk usedtae tie rags oan nearby ay Mayday tae fend aff ill luck an stuff. Ah dae ken o anurra at Munlochy that's far better kent.
weejan

would youse all knock off the clootie talk please? I am feeling a need to go and make one now.
Fey Hag

Guid idea Weejan; ra weathurs gie richt here fer a big cloth streachin Clootie dumplin

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