You find yourself in the meadows, looking out to the horizon, shapes of towers and trees could be seen bathed by the light of the moon.
Then all of sudden you hear the scream of a horse and see the twinkle in the dark. Is it him, is it him you wonder the Lone Reiver, his cheeky grin and that twinkle under his black trilby. As he slips quietly through the mists of time and the books of legend, telling the stories of old and riding his faithful steed, a fine white stallion called Ivanhoe, as you catch that Glimpse of him, he’s gone. Next you hear, the thunder of hooves and the baying of cattle as you hear the clash of steel and the a scream that will haunt your dreams for a lifetime.
As one walks across this Lonely landscape, listening to the moaning of the howling Banshee, one can almost feel the re-emergence of the past. A past long forgotten in the mists of time; re-emerging from a long-lost mausoleum, forgotten in some dark and distant ancient kirkyard.
trapped for almost five hundred years.On a wet misty night be sure to look towards the mountains, once the moon is high in the night sky. Now don’t look away for his twinkle will be just a split second and then its gone. Who is he? read on and you’ll learn of his adventures.I sat on my Galloway nag, looking out over the hills of the Scottish lowlands, as the moon shone its luminous glow over the land. Bathing everything in its light.I could feel, past and present clash in my very soul. My steed Ivanhoe, getting restless. “You wanna ride buddy?” I asked my horse.Ivanhoe responded in kind, nodding his head, and stamping his hoovesI pulled from my satchel the Saltire. “Tonight I’m Scottish just for fun’ I thought, grinning to myself.
“Are ye Scottish boy?” I heard my Grandpa say in my mind. “Nae” I shouted out loud over the hills.”I’m nae English and I’m nae Scottish, I’m AN ARMSTRONG through and through” I finished. But tonight I raised the saltire, a true borderer and turncoat to the letter.
I spurred Ivanhoe to move, Ivanhoe screamed and reared up on his hind legs. ‘Tonight I’m a ghost, Tonight I’m the lone Reiver’ I said grinning to myself. As I rode through the dark shadows cast by the moonlight and the mists of time.And the books of legend.