Duart Castle: A Stronghold on the Edge of the World in the Midst of History

(Image courtesy of Duart Castle)
Today a wind blusters off the North Sea, gnawing away at the Scottish summer and I’m a tank.
Arms serving as sponson-mounted guns, I trundle up the path waiting for the ambush. The boys have vanished into the bracken ahead and I’m going to spot them before they get behind me…
“Bang bang bang bang!” Long hair as wild as wood-elf’s, Morgenstern, my 6-year old daughter, explodes out of the greenery, pink boots crushing the foliage. “Got you, Daddy!”
“Ha!” I say. “You’re making machine gun sounds. That won’t do anything against a tank.”
Morgenstern grins and explains as if to an idiot: “No, Daddy, I’m using a plasma gun from Halo*.”
*Geek Parenting Tip: Most games are age appropriate if you hold your finger over the “1” when showing the PEGI rating to older relatives.
I want to tell her that plasma guns are off topic, but then I look to my right and grin. We’re playing around the rocky base of Duart Castle on the Isle of Mull, seat of the Macleans since the mid 14th century.
You know the castles you read about in Fantasy epics? Where the family history is woven into the fabric? Where the rooms are wrapped in story? That’s Duart.