ardchyline

Updated: August 18, 2026

I've seen them in their madness take to the ice for it when it was little thicker than a groat, thinking to reach the oak-woods of Ardchyline. For a time the bay at the river mouth was full of long-tailed ducks, that at a whistle almost came to your hand, and there too came flocks of wild-swan, flying in wedges, trumpeting as they flew.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn