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I may have ventured into difficult territory. I hoped my examples might make the point but perhaps I should develop it in my own mind as I go since I think it is so important. It was my reading, or actually re-reading, of the mighty Plato that made me articulate what I had been aware of before. Plato said democracy was the worst of all forms of government. First time round I dismissed this as simply a lapse by the great man. It wasn`t This also explained to me why he abandoned Greece, a country I love, to live in Italy, which I also love but not more than Greece. Athens at that time operated a form of democracy like our referendums or like the Arkansas method whereby the populace voted to dictate policy. This led them to declare suicidal war on Sparta-rather like our declaring war on the USA. Then they decreed that Socrates, Plato`s great friend and teacher, should be executed. Plato knew that the populace were whimsical, sometimes bloodthirsty, often delusional and rarely prepared or able to grasp the facts of a situation before making their demands. Only through time and the deliberations of many fine minds did we develop the parliamentary system which appoints people who, one hopes, work at trying to understand an issue fully before making decisions. They have to justify their view in debate and are held accountable for their actions.  One of their duties may well be to appoint advisers who are competent and able, not advisers who are simply favourites of the people because they perform on Have I got news for you. If these representatives choose responsibly then the advisers are likely to be of much higher quality than elected ones because none of us knows enough about enough people to make sane judgements about dozens of candidates. Choosing one member for our parliamentary constituency is difficult enough. Well chosen representatives aware that they are accountable should, I think, be the basis of a good democracy which must, of course, be subject to the rule of law built up over time by responsible parliaments. To demand a system whereby we elect the second chamber, the advisers, the European commission, the President of the European council etc. is to be sure that our democracy is feeble if not actually dangerous. The issues involved in Brexit are of immense complexity. There was never any chance that even the most highly intelligent and educated members of the population could make a rational decision about more than a tiny fraction of the countless  aspects of our life that are affected. So, I am totally an advocate of representative democracy as opposed to direct democracy ( aka mob rule).

Zombies and Other Unexpected Visitors


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I first came across zombies when as a child of perhaps five my parents took me to see a film called, I think, Abbot and Costello meet the Zombies .Abbot and Costello were a popular American comedy duo and, as far as I remember, the film was very funny. I didn`t know anything more about these confusing beings until I was a bit older. Then when I was preparing to visit Savannah, Georgia, I learned a bit more. I`m really not very interested in the usual run of zombie and vampire stories and films but I have always been curious about what lay behind them and whether in certain circumstances I might take them much more seriously. The title story of this collection The Savannah Zombie recounts a recent visit I made to Georgia and a peculiar sequence of events. Whether they happened exactly as reported here or whether the Savannah atmosphere had a strange effect I don`t really know.
Not long after this I visited the Bermudas. We normally refer to them in the singular but in fact there are 181 of them. The Bermuda Triangle history is not by any means the only set of paranormal events allegedly linked with them. Their `spooky` history dates back to their first discovery by Portuguese and Spanish sailors in the 16th century. I think readers will agree that this tale of surprising passion is all the more touching because of its ghostly element. As with the first story it made me look at the paranormal and the most tender of human passions in a different light.
The final story is set in the remarkable island of Cuba which I visited some years ago. The island is beautiful and the Cubans are irresistible. It is an island of endless music and dance, but it has some disturbing history from its connection with slavery by inhuman transport from Africa and the different kind of slavery brought in by the baleful presence of the Mafia. The Mob made a fortune out of its opportunities as a pleasure ground for the rich during the American prohibition period. Alcohol was cheap and readily available and, sadly, so were the beautiful and sensual young women. That history has left deep marks on it but I didn`t expect them to have cast a shadow on me also.
So, this book of stories from The Bermuda Triangle, all with a paranormal element, all resulting from visits I made, is now available from Amazon either as an e-book ( at just over £2.00) or aprint book (at just over £4.00). Not a lot of money for three stories which will, I think, be quite different from anything else you have read.

THE READING OF THE RUNES -The Creatures of Monster Winter


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The latest case for the legendary Spanish detective Rojas is set in modern Spain. It moves between the energetic modern city Barcelona and the sunny resort of Altea with its hinterland of beautiful old Spanish towns and villages. However, the strange world of the Viking sagas is ever present in its events. The image of an eight-legged horse is itself peculiar. It is not a rune but a mythical creature. However it points towards the world of the runes. The word `rune` means `a mystery` and it was used to refer to the alphabet of the Old Norse people such as the Vikings. These runes are credited with strange powers of magic healing and divination.

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So, very strange that murder in modern Spain arises from the same desire and evil as was foreseen one thousand years ago in the ancient poem that describes `The Creatures of Monster Winter`. Chief Inspector Miguel Rojas is called on by the Colombian ambassador to unravel this strangest of crimes. Amid the sunshine of Altea in Valenciana by the blue waters of the Mediterranean he finds the most unexpected of clues.

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Krakow- Inspiration and Warning


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Cloth Hall, Krakow

This is the elegant, Italianate Cloth Hall in the centre of the magnificent main square of Krakow in Poland. The city deservedly has a reputation for being beautiful. I have just spent a few days there and can confirm that this is the case. The city is also very friendly with lots of thriving young enterprises and a rich musical and cultural life. It has existed for around 1,000 years and in that time has experienced many changes of fortune. Like all of Eastern Europe it has been very unfortunate in its choice of neighbours. Throughout its history it has suffered the arrogant, expansionist attentions of Austria, Prussia, Nazi Germany and Russia. before that they had to deal with the Mongols and the Ottoman Turks. For some 150 years the country simply disappeared from the map only to rediscover its identity at the end of The First World War. That, of course was simply a precursor for some of the most horrific events of all human history at the hands of Nazis and Bolsheviks.
One evening we went to a concert of Chopin piano music in an elegant small palace off the main square. The very fine pianist Bartlomiej Kominek played an array of the intricately beautiful piano pieces of his countryman. It reminded me that one of the first Chopin piano pieces I ever heard was the spellbinding Revolutionary Etude (etude no. 12 in C minor) which the great composer, then resident in Paris, composed to express his rage at the brutal repression in 1831 of Warsaw by the Russians.
In the modern city it is impossible entirely to escape the dark history of these events and a visit to the Jewish Kazimierz district brings back the Nazi attempt (almost successful) to exterminate the entire Jewish race. Sometimes the Nazis like modern Islamic State, like the perpetrators of the appalling Stalinist purges are referred to as `animals` but what they did was very much worse than anything any animals have ever done. It is therefore inspiring to see the free and recovering country foster business, education and liberty. One of the many beautiful cafes is Soprano`s near the Collegium Maius, a tribute to the survival and revival of beauty and style.

Cloth Hall

Another is in the Jewish district itself, near some of the events depicted in the Spielberg film, `Schindler`s List`. It is a Jewish cafe and civic centre. It had a warm, welcoming atmosphere along with excellent produce. Books lined the walls and people sat playing games, chatting, eating or drinking in beautiful surroundings.
Ironically, the most moving scene of our visit was a McDonald`s restaurant beside the Florian gate. This was the first western, private enterprise business to open after the collapse of communism in 1989. People queued for hours in their best clothes to visit this with more reverence than any shrine in any church because it symbolised the return of freedom to Poland. Personally I am not very fond of McDonald`s restaurants and would far rather eat and drink in the others I have mentioned but I too felt reverence for the place.

The Jewish cafe
Perhaps more than anywhere else I have ever visited this underlined for me the vital importance of democracy, of ensuring that power is never again solely in the hands of one faction or party or individual. Those in comfortable democracies like the severely misguided Russell Brand in Britain do not understand the world at all when telling people not to vote. All democracies, like all human systems, are imperfect, but the citizens of Krakow can tell you how vital the democratic system is. It is also vital that we do everything we can to ensure our democracies aim for the highest standards of civilised behaviour. I also reflected on the very sad rise of anti-Jewish sentiment in Europe. The ignorance and stupidity underlying such attitudes is very dangerous.

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Loch Katrine

One of the most celebrated areas of Scotland is The Trossachs. That is an area in The Queen Elizabeth Forest Park where you would find mountains, dense forests, pathways into the wilderness and very beautiful lochs like Loch Achray, Loch Venachar and, most legendary of all, Loch Katrine. The  fame of Loch Katrine has both poetic and practical roots. Practical because its immense volume supplies Glasgow with its water supply in a remarkable feat of engineering. For that engineers laid extensive pipework that is totally invisible now to the visitor who treks through the pines and mountain ash and birch trees. Poetic because it is the setting for Sir Walter Scott`s The Lady of the Lake. This long poem is not much read nowadays but its publication in 1810 caused an immense stir throughout Europe. Composers such as Rossini and Schubert wrote major works under its influence and it was probably the main reason for the journey of the young Felix Mendelssohn to Scotland to see the now famous author. Unfortunately Mendelssohn arrived just in time to see the great man set off for a journey to London. However, Mendelssohn did not waste his time and his magnificent Hebrides Overture, sometimes known as Fingal`s Cave was one outstanding result. Another, far less well known, is his piano piece A Scottish Fantasy which is a wonderfully evocative piece of romantic writing which I have only ever heard once, played on the BBC many years ago by the great Cuban pianist Jorge Bolet. The poem is often credited with having sparked the revival of interest in Scotland and the Highlands that continues to this day with the multiplicity of tartans, ceilidhs (a Scottish party with wild dancing, music and the occasional beverage) and the whisky trails all over the country.


Aside from all this however the frequent or the fortunate visitor to this area will know that there is another reason why The Trossachs deserves a visit. If you go to the restaurant and visitor centre at Kilmahog on the way to the lochs you can have fine food and coffee and Scottish wares. However, the real attraction is the noble Angus. Angus is a highland bull. This splendid half ton beast surveys his domain and his many human fans with august disdain. He is well aware of being beautiful, a bovine George Clooney with no need of fine clothes and certainly not of a haircut. He is more of a Samson in that respect in that his shaggy hair is a large part of his glory. Visitors can buy brown bags full of carrots and turnips to feed him which he casually accepts as if conferring a regal favour on those who offer. I once visited him in the company of a vegetarian friend of mine. She pointed out that Angus had reached a level of strength no human had ever reached without the need of meat. The moral of course was that I too could be stronger and more charismatic if I ate bags of turnip rather than the steaks and casseroles I enjoy. I pointed out that by that reasoning a diet of turnips would also give me a huge spread of sharp horns which I would find inconvenient. This argument was not well received by my friend although I felt Angus did offer a complacent smile.

It was on that visit that I made use of Angus for an experiment I had always wanted to try. As a youngster I had read a novel called Quo Vadis by a Polish writer called Henryk Sienkiewicz, a very good novel I might add. In it some Phrygian christians are ushered into the Colosseum in Rome to provide entertainment to the world`s most sophisticated audience by being publicly torn apart by a variety of wild beasts. One of the christians is a beautiful young princess called, if I remember correctly, Lygia. Even the love of the Roman general Marcus Vinicius for her has not saved her. However, also in the ring with her is her servant, the giant Ursus who adores Lygia. The first beast to be introduced to the ring is a huge, wild bull under strict orders to do very nasty things to the christians. Ursus, however, steps forward and faces the charging monster. He grabs the bull`s horns and twists them until he breaks the bull`s neck. I was impressed by this when I read the book and perhaps more so when I saw the Hollywood film. For decades I had wondered whether it was at all feasible that even a very strong man could do this. So, as we fed Angus on this particular visit he casually turned his great head from side to side as he munched, displaying his wide, magnificent horns. I grabbed one with both hands to see if I could restrain him at all from turning his head. The result was humbling. I don`t think Angus was even faintly aware that I was employing all of my mighty, steak and casserole-fed muscularity to restrain him from turning his head. If I had not let go at the last minute I think I would have been flung nonchalantly into the piles of mud and dung on the other side of the field. I left thoughtfully, wondering if I should re-read the novel to see if there is any mention of Ursus eating turnips.

My latest travel book is Coffee with the Colossus about remarkable visits to Greece and my latest novel is The Moves of Murder another in the Rojas Casebook, the mysteries of the eccentric Spanish detective. More information is available on

Farewell My Lovely


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Farewell my Lovely

Human beings have always enjoyed reading about their fellows being murdered, sometimes in quite brutal ways. Lots of killing happens in Homer`s Iliad and hideous infanticide is central to both the Euripides play Medea and the fifth century Norse epic Atlakvida. From Cain and Abel onwards the Bible has plenty of killing. The Elizabethan plays of Shakespeare, Marlowe, Thomas Kyd and others are full of it. The four greatest novels of Dostoyevsky are all murder stories. Modern films and bestselling books frequently deal with murder, its occurrence, its detection, its motives and methods.
So, why do human beings enjoy reading about death? Does it suggest we are more comfortable with evil than we would like to admit? Does `the dark side` simply fascinate us? Wouldn`t nice people prefer to spend their time watching romances with happy endings or hearing improving reports of noble, selfless deeds.? For most of us neither of these options makes the blood run hot. We`d prefer to reach for something in the wide range from a disturbance in the tidy, ordered world of an Agatha Christie to the brutal sordid realism of recent Scandinavian output. I suspect the reasons for this choice can be complex and varied. I don`t think either the writer or the average reader of a current, gritty potboiler has much in common with the output of Dostoyevsky.
Let us begin at the other end, the writer. Why is the murder/detective genre what you would want to write? Do we simply rejoice in the pain and sufferings of others? Is sadism an essential part of being a writer along with a reasonable vocabulary and some wordprocessing skills? Actually there is a section of the market, quite a big one, where that does appear to be true. I can`t say I understand that and can`t say anything useful about it. There is, however, a larger section where, I think, the motivation is quite different.
Consider some of the attractions of detective stories for reader and writer. First of all, there is one that applies whether the detection is concerned with murder or, less commonly, some other mystery. The story has a natural structure which is absent from everyday life. Normally the story will begin with the appearance of the mystery, probably a murder, and will continue until the mystery is solved or, occasionally, abandoned. Normal life doesn`t have that type of structure. It flows on from one minor incident to another. If there are major ones they are often sudden events like an illness, a car accident, a house fire. They are dramatic but they don`t usually offer much of a story.

Dragon Tattoo
Another major attraction of murder stories is that they often bring together very different personalities who would not necessarily be involved with one another for other reasons. You can examine the hidden motivations of a lawyer, a lover, distant relatives, a local tradesman, any number of contacts. If you are interested in human nature the opportunities are endless and that is one of the greatest attractions of reading fiction. Again in normal life passions and motivations are rarely as open to examination as in a murder inquiry. The fact of murder often means people have been pushed to limits that normal life would not reveal.
Then there is the obvious charm of the murder story that it usually allows unexpected interventions. People may appear without warning. Others may disappear. What we thought we knew about characters may suddenly be revealed as a deception. Whilst these things happens in everyday life it`s rare for them to be dramatic. In the murder story these events may take place in the home or in the world of business, politics, sport or any other human activity. The location can be humdrum or exotic and can switch from one to the other.
So, the murder story has attractions for those who like some structure, who find human nature interesting and who like the excitement of the unexpected. They can also appeal to those who enjoy a puzzle. A well-written murder story may present the reader with all the clues needed for the solution, as does a good crossword puzzle. By contrast with the crossword puzzle however it should be very enjoyable even for the reader who doesn`t want to solve it or who fails.
So, the many fans of detective fiction need not worry that their addiction implies they are bloodthirsty or heartless. They can indulge their pleasure with a perfectly good conscience. Even so, there is a huge difference between the style, humour and poetry of Raymond Chandler on the one hand and the graphic cruelty of The Killing. Superb as that production is the description of what happens to the young victim is likely to be upsetting for most people but almost as difficult is how powerfully the suffering of her family is depicted. Maybe a murder story is as good an exercise in self-knowledge as we can get in relative safety.



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Vampires in Crete and Iceland


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On visiting the Greek island of Crete, writing about it and discussing it later I have found the subject of `the undead` arising from time to time. For centuries belief in vampires has persisted in a number of Greek islands such as Rhodes and, principally, Crete. In Crete they are known as katakhanadhes Elsewhere in the Greek world they are known as Vrixolakas. The 19th century traveller, Robert Pashley, provides a number of accounts of this in his Travels in Greece, published in 2008. I write more about Pashley, a very interesting character, in my book Coffee with the Colossus. Pashley was a highly educated man but one with a very open mind about beliefs and legends. He was enough of an investigator to establish that some of the tales were more convenient than frightening such as the one of the poor farmer who was disturbed to hear strange sounds coming from the bedroom where his daughters slept. In the morning when he questioned them he was told a blood-curdling tale of how vampires had entered the room and tortured the girls mercilessly. The farmer was devout and had learned that prayer and incense would dismiss even the most determined of such demonic visitors. Despite his earnest endeavours in this practise he heard the sounds again on the following night. On the third night, in despair, he burst into the room with a shotgun to see the `vampires` climbing out of the window, looking strangely like a couple of the village boys.
More intriguingly, Pashley cites stories from the wild, remote region of Crete known as Sfakiá. I did some research on this fascinating area when I wrote The Women from Crete. I drew for that novel heavily on a most interesting book about Sfakiá by Peter Trudgill, simply called In Sfakiá. Admittedly, the only supernatural phenomenon reported by Peter Trudgill in the region was the level of hospitality which, he said, `verged on the insane`. Pashley, however, collected stories of a more chilling nature. In the isolated valleys and pastures of Sfakiá some of the very hardy and self-reliant shepherds of the region reported much more physical encounters with vampires. In my native country, Scotland, we have plenty of tales of the supernatural but our ghosts in the main, are less sturdy. Vampires are more susbtantial as Bram Stoker has informed us in his novel about the most famous one of all, Count Dracula. This character was probably based on the fifteenth century Count Vladimir (the Impaler) Draculesti. This nobleman became renowned for resisting the onslaught of the Ottoman Turks who eventually swamped much of Eastern Europe. As his nickname suggests, he dealt with his opponents in an unpleasant manner.
This `substantial ` feature of vampires is not unheard of elsewhere. Medieval Iceland was home to some of the greatest storytellers in the world. One of the finest of its great tales is Grettir`s Saga. Grettir was the strongest man in Iceland and acquired a reputation throughout the sparsely populated island as a `ghost-slayer`. That terms seems odd to those of us in places like Scotland who expect our ghosts to have the decency to be already dead before embarking on a haunting career. However, the ghost Grettir encounters in the saga is the giant Glámr who has already killed some of the farmer`s cattle and one of his slaves. Grettir`s fight with this giant is gripping and the effect of its `evil eye` on him is chilling. Why Iceland and Crete, geographically and culturally so far apart should share details of this odd phenomenon I don`t know. Both are large islands which,for different reasons, were cut off from the cultural mainstream of Europe. Both have wild, mountainous areas where shepherds would have spent many a lonely night. No doubt both had a supply of some warming alcoholic beverage which might have clouded their judgement. Why, however, if they were simply under alcoholic influence, did they come up with such similar descriptions for these supernatural invaders? Perhaps I`ll have to investigate further.



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Lolita film 2

Writing can bring strange connections. You tell your story in the most entertaining way you can and someone points out connections you never thought about. I have always admired the great Russian writer, Vladimir Nabokov, not least because he was able to speak and write equally comfortably in Russian (his native language), English and French. Most people only know him as the author of a notoriously non- PC book ,Lolita, about the lust of a an aging widower, Humbert Humbert, for young teenage girls in general and one in particular. Especially in this age of widespread publicity about sexual misdemeanours some think the book outrageous, barely redeemed by the fact that it is written in remarkably stylish English prose. At the same time it is usually cited as one of the finest novels in English of the twentieth century. Detractors would be very surprised perhaps to read the remarkable book Reading Lolita in Teheran by Professor Azar Nafisi. In the first place you might not expect any woman to be so approving of such an apparently sexually exploitative book. Then, if you share the widespread (and possibly true) view that modern Iran is an extremely sexually repressive place it seems more strange. However, Professor Nafisi and her female students at the University of Teheran became great admirers not just of this book but of all of the work of Nabokov. What they saw in the novel was a very intelligent study of tyranny. The main character, Humbert, believes he has every right to exploit teenage girls for his own pleasure. Similarly, Professor Nafisi saw the Islamic revolution as bringing in a tyrannical attitude with women`s rights ignored totally and some of the punishments administered more like nasty forms of sexual perversion than any kind of justice. The admiration extended to other works of Nabokov like Pnin and Pale Fire. He was not the only writer studied or admired by them but apparently he was the one who most spoke to their plight. These books formed the core of a silent protest and demand for the elementary rights and freedoms all human beings should enjoy.
Nabokov was a wonderful, humorous, inventive stylist in English with his books providing many types of pleasure. In real life he was also a lecturer in English, an expert in butterflies, a tennis coach and a composer of intricate chess problems. As his novels suggest, he had strong views about tyranny and personal freedom. I hadn`t thought about any parallels between his own writing and mine until I received an interesting email from a woman who had read my novel The Moves of Murder. There is the obvious initial parallel that my novel opens with a chess match, but one that, we soon learn, is overshadowed by some very sinister politics. Both are quite probable Nabokov territory. Then there is Montariol, the influential French politician. His attitude to sexual exploitation only differs from Humbert`s in being directed to an older age-group. However, just as Humbert`s obsession eventually causes him prolonged pain and suffering Montariol`s agony comes more quickly from Kristina, an expert in the art of self-defence, although she also has a much more devastating pain in store for him in the long term. These parallels interested me since I had not even considered them. I thought more about it. The theme of politically driven East Europeans who believe any act, even murder, is justified to impose their undemocratic will very differently expresses one of Nabokov`s major obsessions since he knew that kind of tyranny at first hand.
Humbert Humbert is more of a romantic than Montariol. He is in love with Lolita, even if that love and its expression are illicit. Narciso, the tormented priest in my book, suffers equal agonies with a love that is illicit in a very different sense. I wonder what Nabokov would have made of my detective, Miguel Rojas. Apparently he is as impervious to temptation as Humbert is vulnerable but he is human so he must have a weakness. Would Nabokov have spotted what it is? Would he have bothered reading my book in the first place? A writer can hope.
The message has tempted me to go back and read Nabokov`s work again. However, I`m sure other writers who know his books will understand when I say I`m a little afraid to do so. His style is so dazzling and his use of English so creative it is likely to be infectious. At the same time, although Nabokov`s subtleties are interesting and amusing any writer has to remember that novels should be gripping and entertaining. They are not crossword puzzles. Nabokov`s books are very readable even if it doesn`t occur to you they might be metaphors for tyranny or exploitation.
I was very flattered that anyone had given such thought to my story. I was also surprised that such parallels could be found. All writers will agree with me you`re happy if readers enjoy your book in any way that suits them.

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The Edinburgh of the South


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I recently visited Delphi in Greece. This spectacularly beautiful site on the slopes of Mount Parnassus was revered by ancient Greeks from all over the fractious Hellenic world. This was where the god Apollo spoke through a crack in the rock to those worthy of his wisdom. The sacred truths were relayed through an `oracle`, almost certainly a woman intoxicated by incense and what we may term today as `substance abuse`. Even before the sanctuary of Apollo was built however this was thought to be the birthplace of the earth goddess Ge (as in Geology, as a matter of interest). Down the slope from the temple of Apollo and the rock beside which the Oracle consulted is the sanctuary of Athena. This is quite proper since Apollo was the sun god and Athena goddess of the moon. This was another version of the ancient religious observation that the sun god brings life but dies at the summer solstice only to be reborn in the arms of the virgin moon in December when the whole cycle begins again.
The timing of my visit to Delphi was not the best from the point of view of weather. If I were a more fragile soul I might have felt the sun god was not very happy to see me since I explored the famous site in pouring rain. I reflected that the weather was more what I`d expect from Edinburgh than Greece. I had to admit the rain was a little warmer than we sometimes get in Scotland. However, it had that particular eastern Mediterranean character of appearing to provide you with a personal cloud that dropped the entire Aegean Sea on you every minute wherever you moved.
As I made me way down that hallowed mountainside, a glorious rainbow appeared which told me that Apollo had simply been having a bit of harmless amusement with this northern visitor whom he probably thought waterproof in any case. This coincided with my reaching the sanctuary of Athena. There, suddenly, I had another reason to feel that I was back in Edinburgh. I stood by the temple of the goddess, a circular structure known as the Tholos. I realised that I had stood beside this great structure before. On Calton Hill, the rise that overlooks Princes Street in Edinburgh, is a replica of this type of edifice. It is the Dugald Stewart Monument, celebrating the life of the very influential eighteenth century Scottish philosopher. It is normally said that this monument was built as a copy of the Choragic Monument of Lysicrates in Athens but I wondered of the sanctuary of Athena was in fact the prototype.

Calton Hill
Holy sites around the world have all too often been the focus of war, dispute and carnage amongst so-called `believers`. Calling them `holy` sometimes seems a cruel irony. Delphi was different. Its presence and influence united the Greek world which extended at that time far beyond the present country`s boundaries, including Marseilles in France and Alexandria in Egypt. I liked that comparison. If the parallels between Delphi and Edinburgh could be extended to include that effect then I would be very pleased. Edinburgh is sometimes known as `The Athens of the North` Detractors have occasionally preferred to call it `The Reykjavik of the South`. From now on I shall think of Calton Hill at least as a little piece of Delphi radiating peace and harmony even in the rain.

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