sgor-na-ciche

Updated: May 20, 2025

"It's a woman's word, I daresay, Colin," said he; "but there's no man, I'll swear, turning it over more often in his mind than yourself." Where we lay, the Pap of Glencoe Sgor-na-ciche, as they call it in the Gaelic loomed across Loch Leven in wisps of wind-blown grey. Long-beaked birds came to the sand and piped a sharp and anxious note, or chattered like children.

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