Filidh Lochlannach

Lochlannach - The Lakelander While researching my history writings I happened to stumble over a blog that mentions the Lochlannachs. I would like to share an excerpt of the text with you so that you can see where my author name came from.  "The Northmen of the Anglo-Saxon period were certainly people of many tribes. The name included all the inhabitants of the Northern peninsula as well as the Danes. It was not confined in its meaning like the later name Norse. In Sweden there were the ancient provinces of Hallaud, Skäne, Bleking, Smaland, Södermanland, Nebrike, Vermland, Upland, Vestmanland, Angermaneland, Helsingland, Gestrickland, Delarna, Eastern and Western Gotland, and others. Vermland, which had been part of Norway, was added to Sweden after 860. In Norway there were the tribal provinces or districts of Nordrland. Halgoland, Ranmerike, Heredaland, Hadeland, Rogaland, Raumsdel, Borgund, Viken, and others. People of these provinces or tribal districts were all Northm...

Ludde has taken his position on the walls You can read Hooked on Hillforts Part 3 here . It was dangerous to move on the icy roads without crampons. I had a love-hate relationship with them. I loved that they brought me safely to my destination and I could go almost anywhere I wanted to. I hated them because they were so incredibly tricky to get on. I had for years stood on one leg and dragged the rubber forwards and backwards, while I've jumped around and tried not to fall. The same was repeated each time they fell off. Argh! Then one day I discovered that my neighbor stood watching my artistic yoga movements and fiery red facial complexions. I wondered how long he had been there. "Why don't you just put the crampon on the ground, step on it and pull the rubber over your toes and your heel afterwards? Then you don't have to be sweating before you've started hiking." He said with a dry tone in his voice. "Damn fool," I murmured in my scarf, but...

The slide on "The Fort by the High Hill" You can read Hooked on Hillforts Part 2 here. I like to go skiing, although I'm not very clever at it. It goes perfectly well with a few simple precautions: 1. Do not go with cheap and old skis that are not supposed to be waxed. They glide exactly when they want to, and that is an interesting challenge when you go downhill 2. Drop the backpack, use a waist bag instead 3. Never embark on a journey if klister is needed If I can not follow these three commandments, I'd rather hike with crampons so that I don't have to worry about losing my grip, and when I drop the skis, I can gladly walk all the way up to "High Hill". The spring always comes first to "High Hill" and that is absolutely true. A bit later on in the year when warmer air has begun to make an impression on us, but the snow still lies firmly in "Serpent Hill", I often encounter a border when I arrive at the top of the slop...