The glorious blue ‘blood’ super moon was gazed at all over the globe last night For some it was huge and red, for some, bright and blue, but for us, wherever we were, it was thing shared, a phenomenon that has not happened for 150 years. I was home alone at the Castle, just me and the old hound, and the sky was overcast, yet in the small hours, my bedroom was suddenly washed with bright light. And so, a few moments later, there I stood, balanced, barefooted precariously on a snowcapped flat roof, to stare at this new moon, in the dead quiet of the night. It felt for a brief moment like I was the only person under the sky, an overwhelming sense of peace and being.
I did take a couple of photo’s, which really don’t do the moon or the Castle justice, however my thoughts turned to the last ‘Keepers’ of Dunans to see the Blue Moon hanging over the Castle. The Fletcher Family in 1868, 4 years after the Victorian Castle section of the building was completed. Harriet Fletcher and her husband Bernard, may have stood just as I did, watching the clouds roll back and forth over white hills, with the exceptionally bright hard, white moonlight, flashing down engulfing their newly furbished rooms in sudden light and then dark as the clouds swept by. Time rolls on and people come and go, although thankfully Dunans still stands, in the hills of Glendaruel. I wonder who will stand with the Castle the next time a Blue Moon visits our dark Scottish skies?
