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scotianostra · 7 months

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John Rattray, the Scottish Jacobite Surgeon and golfer was born on September 22nd 1707, Craighall Castle, Rattray, Perthshire.

John’s father was an Episcopalian priest who became the Bishop of Dunkeld, then of Brechin and was elected Primus of the Scottish Episcopal Church. On his death in 1743 his elder son James became clan chief and inherited the estate. As the second son John had no such inheritance and he trained as a surgeon in Edinburgh by apprenticeship to the surgeon John Semple between 1728 and 1735, when he began surgical practice in Edinburgh. To enhance his professional status he applied to become a freeman (or fellow) of the Incorporation of Surgeons of Edinburgh (later the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh) This involved sitting a series of four examinations which were held in the later months of 1740, and, having passed these, he was admitted a freeman of the Incorporation in November 1740.

In his spare time John Rattray was a keen sportsman he joined , The Royal Company of Archers in 1731 winning the archery competition for the silver punch bowl on 4 occasions and The Company’s most prestigious prize, the Edinburgh Arrow, twice. He was also a skilled golfer and his prowess at golf is recorded in this extract from the mock heroic poem ‘The Goff’ by Rev. Thomas Mathison published in 1743, the first poem devoted to the sport of golf.

North from Edina eight furlongs and more, Lies that fam’d field, on Fortha’s sounding shore. Here Caledonian Chiefs for health resort, Confirm their sinews by the manly sport. Macdonald and unmatch’d Dalrymple ply Their pond'rous weapons, and the green defy; Rattray for skill, and Corse for strength renown’d, Stewart and Lesly beat the sandy ground, And Brown and Alston, Chiefs well known to fame, And numbers more the Muse forbears to name. Gigantic Biggar here full oft is seen, Like huge behemoth on an Indian green; His bulk enormous scarce can 'scape the eyes, Amaz’d spectators wonder how he plies. Yea, here great Forbes, patron of the just, The dread of villains and the good man’s trust, When spent with toils in serving human kind, His body recreates, and unbends his mind.

John Rattray was one of the men who drew up the first ever Rules of Golf and on March 7th, 1744, the City of Edinburgh Council provided the Gentlemen Golfers at Leith (now the Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers at Muirfield) with a Silver Club on condition they draw up regulations for their competition and rules ‘for the goff’.The following month Rattray won the first ever competition for the Silver Club, was duly appointed ‘Captain of the Goff’ and became the sole signatory of the first known written ‘Rules of Golf’.

18 months later the Jacobites entered Edinburgh and Rattray’s older brother James, the Laird of Craighall, suggested he offer his medical services to Bonnie Prince Charlie, I say suggested, as Clan Chief he chose which side to be on for family members.

Please note not all followed their Clan Chief, this split many families down the middle, you had brothers taking different sides during th ‘45 Uprising.

As the Jacobites mobilised ahead of Prestonpans, Rattray, who lived at South Foulis Close off the High Street, rode to the East Lothian encampment along with John Lauder, a fellow of the Incorporation of Surgeons,according to their records he tended the wounded and travelled as surgeon with the army as it advanced into England and then retreated from Derby, eventually becoming surgeon general and personal surgeon to Prince Charles.

Records also show Rattray and Lauder were captured on the battlefield at Culloden on April 16 1746. The pair were held in a church in Inverness and their medical instruments removed, according to accounts. They were moved to Inverness Prison three days later. Their detention, however, was short lived after Lord President Forbes sought a direct reprieve for Rattray and Lauder from the Duke of Cumberland, Forbes, the same Forbes mentioned in the poem, and a friend of the surgeon.

Following his release, Rattray headed to Culloden House, the family home of his golfing companion.

One account of his release in The Lyon in Mourning, a collection of papers, letters and speeches of Jacobite supporters of the ‘45 Uprising, said: “Mr John Rattray came to Culloden House after his liberation at Inverness. President Forbes told the said Mr Rattray that he had obtained his liberation upon condition that he should become evidence.”

John Rattray was horrified by the prospect of becoming a witness for the state, according to the account.

Lord President Forbes convinced him not to surrender with the law man sure he was able to spare the surgeon. The medics returned to Edinburgh and Rattray confided in a friend about Lord Presidents’ offer.

It is said the Lord President, who died the following year, was so taken aback at Rattray sharing details of the proposal that “it had bad effects upon the President’s health, and even hastened his death.

“It is indeed a prevailing opinion that the President died of a broken heart,” the account said.

Rattray was quickly seized in the capital and was again taken prisoner on 28 May 1746 before being sent to London, by Cumberland’s orders, to act as a witness.

He was finally released on January 7 1747 and eventually returned to his usual routine of work and sport.

In 1751, he won the Silver Club for the third time. Today, you can visit a statue of John Rattray on Leith Links, close to the first hole of the original course that was played 276 years ago. He died in Edinburgh on 5th July 1771.

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March Hernando Audubon Activities

The Hernando Audubon Society works to promote an awareness and appreciation of nature, to preserve and protect natural ecosystems, and to encourage responsible environmental stewardship. March Hernando Audubon Activities Hernando Audubon meeting: Birds Do It, Bees Do It - Migrate of Course! Speaker Mary Keith will discuss why, where, when birds migrate, how we’ve finding out so much more about migrations, and how the birds know where they are going. Mary has been birding most of her life. Since she retired from the University of Florida Extension Service, she has more time to lead bird walks for the Tampa Audubon Society (TAS), watch birds, monitor Bald Eagle nests and wading bird colonies, count Florida Scrub Jays, help organize the Florida Birding and Nature Festival, and participate in Christmas Bird Counts. In 2023 she was elected to the Board of Directors for Audubon Florida as a regional representative for the Gulf Coast region. The meeting will start at 7 p.m., at Brooksville Woman’s Club, 131 S. Main Street, Brooksville. Free, all are welcome. Contact Bev: 352-686-0460 or [email protected] Hernando Audubon Birding and Biking Trip: Saturday, March 2. Meet at 8 a.m. at Bree’s Provisions, 28198 Magnon Drive, in Istachatta. We will bike about 6 miles south before returning. This beautiful section passes through forests and fields, where we will stop periodically to look for birds. The group size is limited, so please reserve your spot with Claudia: [email protected] or 813-244-0305. Hernando Audubon Birding Trip to Fort Cooper State Park: Saturday, March 9. Fort Cooper is at 3100 South Old Floral City Road in Inverness. Meet at 8 a.m. at parking lot #2. After scoping the lake, we will walk a mile on a trail looking for early spring arrivals and resident birds. Please bring exact change for the $3 park fee. Make reservations with Linda: [email protected] or text 352-428-2629. Hernando Audubon Birding Trip to Heartwood Preserve: Saturday, March 16. Meet at 8 a.m. at Heartwood Preserve, 4100 Starkey Blvd., New Port Richey. In the habitat of longleaf pine flatwoods and cypress wetlands, we hope to see or hear Brown-headed Nuthatch, Northern Bobwhite, Bachman’s Sparrow, etc. Contact Bev: [email protected] or 352-686-0460. Hernando Audubon Birding Trip to Chassahowitzka Wildlife Management Area: Wednesday, March 20. Meet at 8 a.m. in the parking lot on the west side of U.S. 19 at 13243 Commercial Way, 6.7 miles north of S.R. 50. Entrance fee is $3.00 per person or $6 per car (free with senior free hunting and fishing license). This property preserves 24,243 acres of sandhill, mesic hammock, and forested wetland habitat. We'll carpool and drive on hard-packed roads, watching and listening for birds. Occasionally we will take short walks in areas that seem promising. A 0.4 mile walk through the swamp on a boardwalk to lovely Buford Spring is optional. 163 species of birds have been reported to eBird from this property, so we expect to see a variety of birds. The group size is limited, so please reserve your spot with the trip leader: Linda: [email protected] or text 352-428-2629. Hernando Audubon Beginning Birding, Friday, March 29. Meet at 8 a.m. at Chinsegut Conservation Center, 23212 Lake Lindsey Road, Brooksville. Learn to identify birds at feeders and during a short walk. There will be binoculars available for use. Make reservations with Linda: [email protected] or text 352-428-2629. Read the full article

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clandonnachaidh · 3 years

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Light Across The Seas That Sever (Ch6)

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“Mind ye’ve got that meeting this afternoon?” Ian reminded him for the thousandth time as they all sat at the breakfast table and Jamie fought the urge not to roll his eyes, already mildly annoyed at the fact that his bowl of porridge wasn’t quite right. He should’ve made it himself without backing down when Jenny had insisted on doing it for him, that way it would’ve been thick enough to plaster a wall with, just how he liked it. But his sister would never surrender the spurtle, working it through the oats and milk until they became creamy and setting a large bowl of sugar on the table, much to Jamie’s distaste. Thick enough to clart a wall and with enough salt to make your eyes water, that was exactly how he’d had it since he was a bairn, their mother taking hers in the same way. Only Jenny and their father had preferred that their breakfast be covered in sugar and the sweetness of the Scottish strawberries that grew wild on Lallybroch estate.

“Aye, I ken fine well enough,” Jamie grunted without turning his eyes towards Ian who was trying to encourage a spoonful into Wee Ian’s mouth. “Whit was the name of the estate again?”

“’Tis the only estate in Tomich but did I no’ tell ye? He’s changed the meeting to the golf club.”

It had been his idea to begin with but now Jamie was uncertain about how their drunken plan was taking shape. After one too many whiskies of a night, he and Ian had been sprawled in front of the fire as they chastised the blend that they were imbibing, arrogantly announcing that the two of them could do much better. Jamie hadn’t thought anything of it as he’d stumbled to his bed and let sleep take him but a few days later he found himself mending a fence post in the back field as Ian continued his musing about Broch Mordha putting its stamp on the world as a new destination for a premier whisky distillery and the two of them, its innovative creators.

Jamie grunted as he rose to his feet and deposited his bowl into the deep sink, letting the tap run to soak the dish and refusing to turn his body to take in the picture perfect family scene that was sat at the kitchen table.

“Mr Dunsany—“

“He’s a Lord, is he no’?”

“Is there a reason yer being a particularly crabbit arse this morning, brother?” Jenny’s voice was dripping with irritation, not wanting her nice family breakfast to be ruined by the interminable grey cloud that had been brewing over Jamie’s head for the past few weeks.

“Jen, leave him be.”

“I will not. He’s been a moanin’ greetin’ face since he came back from that bloody reunion and ’tis hell time he snapped out of it,” she said a little louder to ensure that Jamie heard the emphasis that she placed on the insult as it flew from her mouth.

This caused him to turn on his heel and level his sister with a careful eye.

“I’m sorry, Janet, but sometimes I think ye forget that there is a world outside of Lallybroch. Life can be a damn sight more complicated than poppin’ out weans and tending tae chickens, ye ken.”

If her temper didn’t hit the roof, her eyebrows certainly made a good go of it. Silently, her fingers curled tightly around the spoon, stilling herself against the pull of Wee Ian’s chubby little hand that was fisted in the material of her shirt, demanding attention.

“I ken that fine well, James. But ye canna jus’ come home every time ye see her and sulk like a wee bairn that doesna get what he wants. Grow up a wee bit, aye?”

At the end of her parting shot, Jamie felt the anger licking at the sides of his throat. The rage that he’d been directing towards himself was now begging to be let loose on someone else, someone that would bite back and Christ, Jenny would do just that. It had been this way since he’d come home, the frustration melting into a sullenness that had punctured the idyllic bubble that the family lived in at Lallybroch. In his worst thoughts, he resented both his sister and his best friend and the happiness that they shared. Jamie loved them to their bones, of course he did, but after leaving Oxford with yet another memory of how he’d let Claire slip through his fingers, the last thing he wanted to see was the very evident love between Jenny and Ian and their three children.

And so he found himself, in a suit that was a bit tight across his shoulders but he’d purchased anyway in a department store on the Inverness High Street, shaking hands with Lord William Dunsany in the bar of a golf club that he’d never seen fit to frequent himself. Jamie tried his hardest not to let the glances from the club members get to him as they walked around the lounge with an understated belonging the he’d never feel himself. He made sure that he gave a strong handshake, looking the shorter man straight in the eye and made the informed decision to swap from his usual Scots to his best Received Pronunciation, assuming that Lord Dunsany was one of those people who claimed to be a ’Scotchman’ but was as English as they come with the age old story of inheriting Scottish land as a birthright. Jamie had realised, however, that the man certainly knew his whisky and would make a not-half-bad business partner with himself and Ian if he managed to convince him to part with some cash.

Jamie was fuzzy on the details of how’d they’d come to the agreement but two hours and four whiskies later, he found himself once more shaking hands with Dunsany. The Lord would foot the seed money in exchange for a fairly sizeable but not unfair amount of the business and as a personal favour, Jamie would escort his eldest daughter around Edinburgh the following evening.

“She’s up here with me to get away from some nonsense that’s gone on at home but she’s been cooped up in her hotel for days while her mother tries to organise a townhouse for her. I just want her to get out and see the city. Who better to show her around than a native?”

Late next afternoon, his slight hangover thankfully having subsided after a coffee and a square sausage roll, Jamie stepped off of the train and onto the platform of Waverley Station in the heart of Edinburgh.

The tang of the breweries immediately filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply as the ever present sound of bagpipes floated down from the upper level of the street. While Lallybroch where was his heart lived, and he loved the humour and familiarity of Glasgow, Edinburgh held a special place in his heart. He never got tired of grabbing a coffee and walking the length of George Street in the sun, the castle bursting into view if he turned his eyes to the east.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made his way towards the hotel that Dunsany had insisted on to putting him up in, the same one as his daughter just to make things simple. Although Jamie had spent many a morning diving into the spectacular breakfasts put on at one of his favourite places in Edinburgh, The Huxley, he had never imagined staying at The Caledonian that loomed over the small establishment just metres from its door.

Jamie didn’t quite know what to do as the doorman who was wearing a bloody top hat opened the door to the hotel for him so he settled on giving the man a polite smile, resisting an absurd urge to give him some type of formal bow. He had been in nice hotels before but nothing like this with its polished marble floor and a huge vases of fresh cut flowers on most surfaces that he could see.

“Mr Fraser, we have you in the Robert Louis Stevenson Suite for two nights. Here is your room key and it also includes the number for the Concierge, should you have any need. We have a table booked in the Peacock Alley bar for you and Miss Dunsany at 6pm this evening and I would be happy to make any dinner reservations you would like to make, within or outwith the hotel. Michael can get the rest of your bags from the car,” a neat blonde woman smiled at him from the reception desk as she inclined her head to the bellboy hovering at a polite distance over Jamie’s right shoulder.

“It’s nae bother, lass, I’ve only got the one bag,” Jamie muttered with a hint of embarrassment as he pulled the bag from the floor and swiped the keycards from the desk, smiling back at her. “Thank ye.”

When he stepped through the door that bore the name of one of Scotland’s most beloved authors, his growing Imposter Syndrome ramped up a few notches. Crossing the floor towards the window, Jamie was greeted by a beautiful view of the castle as it loomed over the city. He didn’t quite know how to act, having never been in such a large and clearly expensive hotel room. In fact, it wasn’t even a room, the woman at the desk had called it a suite.

Flicking through the TV channels for a little while, settling on the new show about Billy Connolly’s upbringing in Scotland, his fingers lazily scratched at the bare patch of skin just above his belt buckle. Something about being in a different city and having some time to himself made him feel lighter than he had in weeks and he gave himself permission to laugh at a particularly lewd joke that spilled from The Big Yin’s mouth on the TV.

Jamie’s phone, lying face up on the mattress beside his left shoulder, startled him as it gave a firm buzz. Sitting up, he opened the latest message from Geneva, telling him that she wanted to go out for dinner somewhere nice tonight. He was under no illusion as to the fact that when someone like Geneva Dunsany used the words ‘somewhere nice’, she was actually saying ‘somewhere expensive’. But thankfully, Jamie knew just the place and sent her a reply saying that he had it in hand before phoning down to the reception and having the helpful woman book a table at a restaurant he knew would be impressive enough but not so posh that he would feel out of his depth by eating there.

Although they’d messaged back and forth that afternoon, he hadn’t bothered to enlarge the tiny picture next to her name at the top of the screen. Toying with his phone, Jamie resolved that he had to know what the lass looked like, not wanting to have to shuffle embarrassingly around the bar trying to figure out who he was there to meet.

Her picture brought to its full size, he looked at her for the first time and tried was pleasantly surprised. She was clearly beautiful. Dark hair that flowed in loose waves over bare shoulders, her skin a beautiful olive brown from a summer tanning on a beach somewhere. She was looking at the camera dead on with a surety that came from a privileged upbringing, her face painted perfectly and a twist of the lips that couldn’t really be called a smile, as if she didn’t want to be seen to be having fun. She looked like every posh girl that Jamie had met in his life, every girl at university who would air kiss their friends on both cheeks while their manicured hands clutched at bags that cost more than his first car.

Suppressing a groan at the thought of spending a weekend with a person who no doubt came from an entirely separate world than the one he’d grown up in, Jamie divested himself of his socks as he plodded, bare feet on plush carpet, through to the bathroom to take a shower and clean himself up ahead of his evening.

Later, he sat at the bar, his fingers playing with the patterns on the cut crystal glass that housed his double whisky, he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder.

“James Fraser?”

His stomach dropped into the floor.

The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind at what hearing his name fall from the lips of an Englishwoman would do to him. He felt an absurd wave of revulsion swipe through him in an instant and he took a quick drink before turning on his stool to face her, swallowing the bile that had risen up in his throat.

“Och, lass, nobody really calls me James. Ye can call me Mac. ’Tis another one of my family names,” he tried to sound light and not as if the sounds of his name leaving her lips felt like the flesh on his back had been ripped open to the bone.

There was a reluctance in her eyes and he immediately knew that she was uncomfortable so he did his best to send her his most charming smile, gesturing for her to sit and then signalling to the bartender.

“What would ye like tae drink?”

“Martini, if you would, extra dry, extra dirty,” she ordered confidently as the bartender nodded and turned to begin preparing it for her.

With her chin in the air, she asked, “So, my father said you were a business associate?”

“Aye, I suppose I am now. My brother-in-law and myself wish to start our own whisky company. Your father has kindly offered to help.”

“My father isn’t generally in the habit of helping out of kindness.”

“Aye, well, hopefully he trusts that we ken what we’re doing. Or that we’ll figure it out at the very least,” Jamie tried to joke but she gave him nothing. There was something cold in her demeanour that he hoped he wouldn’t have to fight against for the whole evening.

After watching the martini disappear down Geneva’s throat in record time, he offered her an arm as they left the hotel and were hit by the cool air of Edinburgh in the evening. As soon as Jamie took the first step towards Princes Street, Geneva halted.

“We’re walking?”

“’Tis no’ far, only ten minutes or so. We have time before our reservation,” he replied, gently tugging on the arm that she’d looped through his so that she would begin to walk with him. Her feet stayed firmly planted on the concrete.

“These are £500 shoes, I’m not walking anywhere.”

“Lass, Edinburgh is a city tae get lost in. If we get a taxi we’ll just be looking at the sides of buses and traffic lights. Yer father asked me tae show ye the city,” letting her arm slip from his, Jamie took a step forward and gestured towards the castle, atmospherically lit from beneath now that the sun had gone down. He turned back to her with a kind smile and held out his hand. “Let me, aye?”

Reluctantly, she acquiesced and let him lead her away from the hotel. Jamie’s skin tingled at the contact and he realised that he hadn’t touched a woman apart from Jenny since the university reunion with Claire. He flexed his fingers experimentally and felt something swell in the pit of his stomach when Geneva tightened her grip in response.

The two of them made small talk as they walked through Princes Street gardens and up towards the restaurant, Geneva seeming happy enough with the venue that he’d chosen. He’d heard good things about The Witchery before and as they sat down at a table covered in a pristine white cloth, surrounded by painted dark wood on the walls and ceilings, he noticed how pretty Geneva looked in the candlelight. Only a fool would try to argue that she wasn’t beautiful. But there was a coldness to her that hadn’t warmed yet and so he kept on being as charming as he could, hoping that another glass of wine might bring down the steely demeanour that she seemed to hold on to for dear life.

Oxford had been full of girls like Geneva Dunsany. Wealthy, privileged and confident. After four years of university, Jamie had perfected the art of tuning out their inane conversation about which exotic place they’d spent their summer, who’s guestlist they’d been placed on for the weekend and what they were planning on wearing. So he knew how to respond to her constant stream of speech, nodding and agreeing in the right places and sending dazzling smiles across the table when he felt like rolling his eyes. Though somehow, he found that he didn’t actually dislike Geneva Dunsany. Something in her eyes, or maybe it was the way she chose her words, showed Jamie that the poor little rich girl personality was an act. Underneath the mask, she felt the same way that he did—unfathomably sad.

Something inside of him felt sorry for her, recognising the pain that he knew all too well in another. And while he didn’t particularly care for the woman, Jamie decided to be kind to her. He leaned closer across the table and started to respond to her stories with anecdotes of his own. With the help of another two martinis, she began to blossom in his company and the two shared a relatively pleasant evening together.

When they reached the hotel elevator, Jamie had nothing on his mind other than stripping off his constricting shirt and sleeping off the whisky cloud that was hanging somewhere around his temples.

“What’s on the agenda now, then?” Geneva asked as they stood side by side.

“Shower then bed, I think.”

“Sounds good to me,” she all but whispered, Jamie’s head twisting to see the dark look of seduction that was painted on her face. “Mind if I join you?”

He didn’t say no.

It was shocking how easily he slipped into the worst version of himself. There had been a few nights in the past where he’d spent too much time and money in the pub in Broch Mordha and woken up the morning with some woman curled around him at whatever bed and breakfast they’d invited him back to. He only ever slept with women who were in the area for the moment, never anyone who he’d run into again. It was always when he was half gone with drink, his body acting solely on blind need that he succumbed to his baser instincts.

The doors of the elevator opened and Geneva walked in purposefully, turning to look at him with an alluring smile. Jamie walked in beside her and pressed the number for her floor.

They found pleasure in each other’s bodies but it was skin deep at best. A simple matter of scratching an itch that they both clearly had and had resolved to using the other to sate that particular need. There were no delicate touches or gazes held for any real length of time. Jamie set himself to work, making sure that she got hers before followed suit. It was perfunctory. Pleasant. And when they both uttered their subdued sounds of fulfilment, Geneva immediately rolled away from him, shielding herself once more.

“Do ye want me to go?” Jamie’s voice broke through the dark silence of the room.

Her response was barely a whisper, “Please.”

He dressed quickly, roughly, and scrambled around in the dark for his phone that had fallen from his pocket. Geneva was lying as still as a statue but Jamie could hear the odd sniff from her and realised that she had begun to cry. After dithering between his options, his inherent gentlemanliness won out.

“Is there anything I can do?”

There was no response for a few seconds and he took that as his answer, beginning to move towards the door of the room when a single word stopped his hand from turning the doorknob.

“Stay.”

Keeping his eye on her as though she was a frightened animal that might bolt at any provocation, he slowly began to undress. When she moved over slightly to give him room to get under the covers, he did just that and felt a strange sense of kinship as she wrapped her body around his. Jamie held her, stroking her hair until she fell asleep in his arms. The sound of her gentle breathing was the only thing filling the room until his phone suddenly pinged with a notification.

Facebook Congratulate Claire Beauchamp on their engagement!

Before he could stop himself, he opened the app and looked at the posed photograph of the two of them, her left ring finger showing off an almost comically large diamond ring.

After telling our friends and family, we are so happy to announce that we are engaged! We thank everyone so far for their kind words and well wishes. From the future Mr and Mrs Frank Randall.

Every muscle on his body was thrumming with energy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what the energy was made from. Rage? Fear? Utter desolation? Whatever it was, it was coiling its way around his ribs, holding him in stasis and holding him hostage as he experienced it.

He wasn’t even considered a friend anymore, seeing as he hadn’t been given the privilege of a private message, having to find out through fucking Facebook. She had clearly changed in her time in Boston, the Claire he knew would never have given up her name and become Mrs Frank Randall. Randall-Beauchamp at the very least, for Christs sake.

Tasting the rare metallic nature of blood in his mouth, Jamie realised that he was biting the inside of his cheek. He felt the need to get up and do something, anything to expel the energy that was going to burst out of him if he didn’t channel it into something. But he was stilled by the feel of Geneva’s naked body against his and a rush of guilt tried to swallow him whole.

How dare he question Claire’s life, assume to know her situation all the while he was in bed with another woman. Reminding himself for the hundredth time that Claire had made her choice and it wasn’t him, he swallowed his pride and went to send her a message, even though he knew it wasn’t a smart idea.

He shouldn’t have had that final whisky.

Jamie: Just seen the news. Congratulations to you and yours.

A blatant lie but what was he supposed to say?

To his surprise, her reply was almost immediate.

Claire: Thank you!

Short and to the point. Two words that would shut down any further conversation, a feigned attempt at excitement and gratitude that he prided himself on being able to see through.

He knew that he would have been one of many to send the same sentiment that day but he had kidded himself that his text would receive a more personalised response. Maybe all she thought of him was a copy and paste response as she planted her phone down screen first on the sofa before climbing into the arms of her future husband.

In an attempt to hold the tears at bay, Jamie curled an arm around Geneva’s prone body, bringing up his hands to his arm and pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw stars.

#light across the seas that severed #clan donnachaidh #ao3 #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #Claire beauchamp #outlander #modern au

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The Campbell and MacDonald poet-spokesmen each make a unique and identical claim on behalf of their respective clans: to each of them belongs Ceannas nan Gàidheal, the 'headship', leadership and supremacy, of the Gaels. This formal attempt to wrest from Clan Donald their proud, ancient title raises the struggle above the level of any other vendetta in Gaelic history. The MacDonald claim in fact goes back beyond the eponymous Donald: 'The headship of the Gaels to the Seed of Coll'; the genealogy of John of Islay is then traced by this poet through Somerled to Colla Uais, the mythical fourth century ancestor to whose descendants properly belong 'the headship of Ireland and Scotland'. The counter-claim is couched in similar terms: to the Campbells belongs the headship of the Gaels. 'A good charter is the headship of the Gael'. 'The headship of the Gael of the island of Alba'. 'Lord of the Gaels is Gilleasbuig.' In the 1550s Maclean's poet reflects Campbell claims when he says in elegant diplomatic verse that he comes 'with my finished poem to the King of the the Gaels'. Viewed against the background of events from the 1490s onwards the precise words of this Campbell poetry make an illuminating comment: 'A good charter is the headship of the Gael, whoever it be that has a grip of it; a people's might at this time it has exalted; it is the noblest title in Alba. Gilleasbuig, earl of the Gael, has grasped the charter of the headship of his people; in his charter it has ever been of right to rule a willing people without self-seeking.' The use of 'charter' reminds us of a locus classicus in Clan Donald poetry: 'The broadsword's charter is the birthright of that bold people; often without seal's impression do they impose tax and tribute.' It recalls also the bitter and often quoted words of Iain Lom in 1678: 'The sharp stroke of short pens protects Argyll... By falsehood you deprived us of Islay green and lovely and Kintyre with its verdant plains.' Hostility to Crown charters by those who suffered under the policies they endorsed was real enonugh and the Campbells were justiably regarded as masters of such 'un-Gaelic activities'. The point to note however is that Campbell military and political ambitions are here backed by explicit claims at the diplomatic level of classical bardic exchanges. Mr Ronald Black was shown that this particular Campbell poem was well known to the poets of Clan Donald. He adds '... it exists in two manuscripts... To find a Scottish bardic poem in more than one manuscript is unusual; to find a poem in praise of Mac Cailein Mòr written by two different MacMhuirichs seems on the face of it little short of amazing'. Whatever the MacMhuirichs' reasons for preserving the poem so carefully, the implications of this Campbell demarche would certainly not elude them nor could its language fail to distinguish Campbell policy from that of others whose acceptance of the leadership of Clan Donald might well be less than total. Consequently even the MacKenzies, who frequently played a part in the north comparable with that of the Campbell elsewhere (and who may have begun to pursue a distinctive course as far back as Harlaw) never achieved a commensurate notoriety in the general tradition of the Gaels. It is frequently observed that no feud is as bitter as that between kinsmen. Yet tradition has preserved no memory of the consistently treacherous behaviour, from the Clan Donald point of view, of MacIan of Ardnamurchan who from 1494 until his death c.1518 'never failed to oppose the restoration of the Lordship by MacDonald claimants and throughout... was in close association with the Campbell earls of Argyll.' Except at a private and local level the custodians of MacDonald tradition could not deal with this without making a fundamental shift in historical perspective. A larger ideological framework was required. It is a curious irony in view of the Campbell reputation for double-dealing that their notoriety should have been built up not so much perhaps by Campbell involvement in Scottish state affairs as, at the cultural level, by the plain speaking of the Campbells' poets with regard to the Headship of the Gael.

“Gaelic Poetry and Historical Tradition”, by John MacInnes in “The Middle Ages in the Highlands” (Inverness Field Club, 1981).

This was a really interesting article in its entirety to be honest, but I was particularly fascinated by the discussion of how both the chiefs of Clan Donald and the earls of Argyll tried to claim to be ‘chief’ of the Gaels. Nonetheless I think there was a bit elsewhere that discussed how bards (who, as a special learned order, were supposed to be treated a little like heralds with diplomatic immunity) might be associated with one clan or another but could still be employed by their rivals on occasion. Then there was further discussion of how each clan created its own identity- the Campbells, for example, linking themselves to the legend of King Arthur and the ancient Britons whereas Clan Donald flaunted a much-mythologised Irish ancestry (though to be fair the Campbells also at one point claimed descent from a relative of Fionn Mac Cumhaill).

Definitely a good read, though probably a bit old now.

#Scottish history #reading log #Quotes #Clan Campbell #Clan Donald #scottish literature #gaelic

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Who won Week 2 of the NFL preseason?

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The Bears D-line, Warren Sapp, and Lamar Jackson all had very good weeks.

The first true week of the 2019 NFL preseason offered up an acceptable football substitute with a handful of uplifting stories. Patrick Mahomes was perfect over the course of seven plays before getting taken off the field and rolled in bubble wrap. The Patriots got their long-awaited revenge over the Lions. Damon Sheehy-Guiseppi lied his way onto the Browns roster and then returned a punt for a touchdown in his first game with the team.

This week was similarly uplifting as coaches broke out some of their good china and threw even more starters into the mix. Weeks 2 of the preseason saw a few more high-profile starters take the field as stars like Deshaun Watson and Russell Wilson joined Week 1 veterans like Alvin Kamara and Kirk Cousins in the mix — for no more than a few series of playing time.

Of course, the real action during the preseason comes off the gridiron. With that in mind, who won Week 2 of the NFL preseason, barring a furious finish from the 49ers and Broncos on Monday night?

Not considered: The Arizona Cardinals, who looked baaaaaad

First-year head coach Kliff Kingsbury’s offensive revolution has yet to take flight with his first-string quarterback. Kyler Murray, the reigning Heisman Trophy winner and top pick in April’s NFL Draft, looked every bit an overwhelmed rookie Thursday night. Murray completed only one of his five pass attempts against the Raiders’ blitz and was sacked twice — one of which resulted in an entirely avoidable safety.

He finished his day with eight total pass attempts and a very un-air raid 12 passing yards. By the time Murray headed to the bench for the night — after four series — the Cardinals trailed 26-0.

That deficit wasn’t just Murray’s fault. Arizona will have to fix major holes in its passing defense, which will be without Patrick Peterson for the first six weeks of the season due to a PED suspension. Offseason addition Robert Alford, who signed the second-largest contract of the Kingsbury era in hopes of offsetting Peterson’s absence, will also miss a “significant” chunk of the regular season due to injury.

How is the unit holding up behind them? Let’s just see how they did against the Raideeeeauughgggh oh my god.

That’s two perfect passer ratings from Derek Carr and Mike Glennon, and a technically perfect performance from interception god Nathan Peterman — even though only three of Peterman’s completions traveled more than five yards downfield. Peterman’s career regular season passer rating, for reference, is a robust 32.5.

It’s only the preseason, but geez.

Now on to this week’s winners

Starting with:

10. Josh McCown’s jersey room, which just got 10 percent more decoration

McCown will soon find his picture listed under the Webster’s Dictionary entry for “journeyman,” (should my letter to the editor find its way to the right hands). The 40-year-old broke his brief retirement to join the Eagles as Carson Wentz’s backup, making Philadelphia the 11th stop in a 17-year NFL career.

The veteran has alternated good and bad seasons since 2013. Fortunately (?) for the Eagles, 2018 was decidedly “bad” for the former Jet — his 55.8 passer rating was his lowest ever in a season where he’s thrown at least 20 passes. He’ll supplement a quarterback room that’s been ravaged by injury this preseason, as both Nate Sudfeld (broken wrist) and Cody Kessler (possible concussion) are slated to cede snaps. If McCown snaps back to form, he could carve out a spot as the No. 1 option behind Wentz this season — which, if history is any indication, will lead to an eventual Super Bowl MVP award.

9. The Cowboys, who appear to have a decent Plan B if Ezekiel Elliott’s holdout persists

Tailback/receiver Tony Pollard was exceedingly versatile at Memphis. The 2019 fourth-round pick earned only 139 career carries, but he also made 104 catches in three active seasons with the Tigers. He made the most of his touches, too — the explosive runner averaged nearly seven yards per rush and more than 12 yards per reception for a program that went to the postseason every year he was on the roster.

On Saturday, the rookie proved he can translate those skills to the NFL, at least in the preseason.

The NFL really let the Dallas Cowboys draft Tony Pollard in the fourth round. (via @nflnetwork) pic.twitter.com/Hqkd6e4YuE

— RJ Ochoa (@rjochoa) August 18, 2019

Pollard isn’t going to replace a player who led the league in rushing in two of his first three pro seasons, but the rookie is capable of making life a lot easier if Elliott fails to report to Dallas before the regular season. He finished his night with 42 rushing yards on only five carries, all of which came in a 97-yard opening drive against a smattering of Rams starters.

8. The Bears defensive line

It’s been good enough to make veteran guard Kyle Long completely lose his shit in practice.

Quite a practice for Bears RG Kyle Long tonight. Got into a scrap with rookie DE Jalen Dalton. Took Dalton’s helmet and starting hitting him with it. Then chucked it down the field. Was pulled from practice. Oh, and then Long barfed a couple times on the sideline.

— Jason Lieser (@JasonLieser) August 15, 2019

7. Underdog WRs battling for Bill Belichick’s attention

The Patriots came into 2019 needing targets for Tom Brady. This got so bad Bill Belichick spent a first-round draft pick on a wide receiver for the first time in his 19-year tenure with the club.

That pick, Arizona State standout N’Keal Harry, returned to Foxborough to rehab an injury suffered in Week 1 of the preseason. The rest of his team spent its week in Nashville prepping for Saturday’s exhibition against the Titans.

He wasn’t the only New England wideout to swap the practice field with a spot on the trainer’s table. On Saturday, the Pats were without:

Julian Edelman (non-football injury list)

Josh Gordon (not eligible to return to the team until Sunday)

Phillip Dorsett (thumb injury)

Demaryius Thomas (placed on the physically unable to play list)

Cameron Meredith (also PUP), and

Maurice Harris (undisclosed injury)

That left Brian Hoyer and Jarrett Stidham to sling passes at undrafted free agent Jakobi Meyers, 2018 sixth-round pick Braxton Berrios, 2018 undrafted free agent Damoun Patterson, and Bemidji State defensive back Gunner Olszewski. And that group shined.

Meyers continued his meteoric rise with a six-catch, 82-yard performance that likely cements his place on the regular season roster. Patterson, who spent last fall on the club’s practice squad, hauled in the game-winning touchdown in the fourth quarter.

That throw though.@Jarrett_Stidham ➡️ @chasing_8#NEvsTEN | #GoPats pic.twitter.com/NtLD4iXFR6

— New England Patriots (@Patriots) August 18, 2019

Gordon’s return to the lineup will make it even tougher for these guys to make the roster in 2019, even if the timing of his eventual activation still raises questions. That aside, these wideouts got a solid chance to contribute Saturday night.

6. The Falcons, who finally have their answer to Taysom Hill

What’s that, New Orleans? You thought you’d be the only NFC South team to rely on trick play gadgetry from a former college-QB-turned-Swiss-Army-Knife-wideout? Nuh uh.

We have claimed QB Danny Etling off of waivers from New England. https://t.co/hvRhyuo1eB

— Atlanta Falcons (@AtlantaFalcons) August 14, 2019

And the rich get richer. Julio Jones and Calvin Ridley combined for 2,498 yards and 18 touchdowns last season. With Ridley in the mix, that aerial Cerberus could even go for 2,500 and 19. Dream big, Falcons.

Hill, on the other hand, spent his weekend proving he can push Teddy Bridgewater for the main understudy role with the Saints. The former BYU QB showed out against the Chargers second- and third-team defense, completing 11 of his 15 passes for 136 yards and a pair of touchdowns. He also ran for 53 yards in a performance that should make the rest of the NFC South all the more uncomfortable.

5. Jamie Gillan, who got into this whole football thing sort of by accident

The Inverness, Scotland native only played in five total high school football games before earning a scholarship to Arkansas-Pine Bluff — an offer he accepted sight unseen thanks to a Facebook post, some fortutious luck, and the most laidback attitude in football. That crooked path brought him to the Browns as an undrafted rookie free agent. If he can keep uncorking kicks like this he very well may unseat Britton Colquitt for a spot on Cleveland’s roster.

A casual 74-yard punt from the @ScottishHammer7 pic.twitter.com/hXsnIVj18e

— Cleveland Browns (@Browns) August 17, 2019

Like you needed more of a reason to root for a guy nicknamed the Scottish Hammer.

4. Warren Sapp, who is an ass about Gerald McCoy but is not wrong

Sapp cropped up in the news this week for calling out former Buccaneer Gerald McCoy in an appearance on the Pewter Nation Podcast. McCoy, he explained, doesn’t have the resume to qualify as a Tampa Bay legend. And that means McCoy shouldn’t be upset the team gave away his No. 93 jersey to Ndamukong Suh this offseason. Sapp even suggested McCoy owes back some of the $110 million he made in his nine years with the club.

As a headline, these comments seem like petty sniping from a player whose best days are behind him and whose post-football career has been turbulent. He was roasting a six-time Pro Bowler whose oversized salary made him a poor fit on a rebuilding team, but who still had plenty to offer as a player. Sapp also referred to himself in the third person so, eesh.

In context, however, Sapp makes a pretty good argument.

“The way I look at it, the thing that kind of threw me sideways was Gerald talking about now that this organization doesn’t have a right [to give away his 93 jersey]. And then he wanted to say that Sapp, [Derrick] Brooks, Lee Roy [Selmon], [John] Lynch, Ronde [Barber], nobody wore their numbers. Last time I checked, those were Hall of Famers and champions. We didn’t go to one playoff game with him (McCoy) and not one damn divisional title, so, I think he owes some of those hundred million dollars back in that sense.”

The Bucs’ Ring of Honor features nine players, five of which were on the team’s lone Super Bowl squad. All but one of those men, offensive lineman Paul Gruber, has won a playoff game for Tampa. Only three of the team’s jersey numbers have been retired — NFL Hall of Famers Sapp, Brooks, and Selmon. McCoy might wind up honored back in Florida sometime in the future, but Sapp’s right about the fact McCoy can’t quite match up with the rest of the Buccaneers’ hallowed brethren.

t-2. The Los Angeles Chargers, who play the Colts in Week 1

At this point, questions about Andrew Luck’s health are the familiar chorus to a depressing song for Colts fans. Unfortunately for Indianapolis, the second verse is coming to an end right as the preseason has kicked into gear.

Colts aren't ready to determine whether Andrew Luck will or won't be ready for a Week 1 start; plan right now is to calm the ankle pain down.

— Zak Keefer (@zkeefer) August 13, 2019

Luck’s “little bone” problem (team owner Jim Irsay’s words) will shut him down for the preseason, though he looked mobile in pregame warmups this weekend. There’s a chance this roaming lower leg affliction could keep him off the practice field and leave him at less than 100 percent to start the 2019 regular season.

This is welcome news for the Chargers, who face Indianapolis to start the year. If Luck sits out Week 1, Los Angeles would go from facing a quarterback who has led his team to the postseason in each of the four seasons he’s started 16 games to facing Jacoby Brissett, who went 4-11 in 2017.

Brissett is better than that record suggests. The presence of banshee offensive lineman Quenton Nelson and rock-solid young tackle Braden Smith mean he’s unlikely to get sacked on 10 percent of his dropbacks like he did in ‘17. Even so, he’s a significant step down from Luck. Los Angeles needs all the help it can get against a loaded schedule. Taking flight against a hobbled Indy team would an excellent start to the Chargers’ haggard quest to win Philip Rivers a title.

t-2. The Indianapolis Colts, who play the Chargers in Week 1

Here’s who Los Angeles could be without for the season opener:

Notable Chargers: * RB Melvin Gordon: holding out, willing to miss games * S Derwin James: fractured 5th metatarsal, no timetable to return * LT Russell Okung: on non-football illness list after a pulmonary embolism * WR Keenan Allen: ankle surgery, likely to miss preseason

— Field Yates (@FieldYates) August 16, 2019

Eep. James opted for surgery on his broken foot this week and will likely miss two to three months while he rehabs. Bad luck and injury problems are wrecking the Chargers.

That is an extremely Chargers sentence to write.

1. Lamar Jackson, who looks very much like Lamar Jackson

It’s fair to be worried about a running quarterback and the damage he takes over the course of a season. Jackson, who ran the ball 17 times per start, has mitigated that risk my making sure no one touches him, ever.

That touchdown run didn’t count thanks to an illegal blindside block, but it was still showcased the “why?” behind Baltimore’s furious finish in 2018. It wasn’t all running on Thursday, either. Drops prevented what should have been an 8-10 performance in a pair of Week 2 drives that ended in field goals for the Ravens.

The Browns have a great opportunity to climb up the AFC North this fall, but Jackson has the chops to make sure their division title-less streak reaches 30 years in 2019.

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Carn Glas Chambered Cairns and Essich Farm, Inverness: An Interim Report

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John Rattray, the Scottish Jacobite Surgeon and golfer was born on September 22nd 1707, Craighall Castle, Rattray, Perthshire.

Please note not all followed their Clan Chief, this split many families down the middle, you had brothers taking different sides during th ‘45 Uprising.

Their detention, however, was short lived after Lord President Forbes sought a direct reprieve for Rattray and Lauder from the Duke of Cumberland, Forbes, the same Forbes mentioned in the poem, and a friend of the surgeon. Following his release, Rattray headed to Culloden House, the family home of his golfing companion.

John Rattray was horrified by the prospect of becoming a witness for the state, according to the account.

It added: “This provoked Mr Rattray so much that he told the President in a passion that he would far choose to give himself up in a second and to return to the miserable situation of a prisoner once more than to become an evidence.” Lord President Forbes convinced him not to surrender with the law man sure he was able to spare the surgeon. The medics returned to Edinburgh and Rattray confided in a friend about Lord Presidents’ offer.

“It is indeed a prevailing opinion that the President died of a broken heart,” the account said.

Rattray was quickly seized in the capital and was again taken prisoner on 28 May 1746 before being sent to London, by Cumberland’s orders, to act as a witness.

He was finally released on January 7 1747 and eventually returned to his usual routine of work and sport.

#Scotland #scottish #archer #surgeon #golfer #'45 Uprising #history #sporting history

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Ancient Routes

We have, of necessity, restricted out trails to existing roads fit for the modern car. However the saints whom we are interested in had no such limitations. They moved about by boat for longer journeys and on foot when this was not possible or when ‘at home’. They probably used coracles to navigate the larger rives, such as the Naver, Thurso and Helmsdale. It is unlikely that the early saints used horses, partly because of the cost and partly because the climate and terrain did not suit these animals[1].

Because of the different modes of transport, the actual routes also varied from the modern ones. An experienced walker can cope with rough hillsides, peat bogs and rivers that even modern road-building techniques struggle with. Also, until the clearances, much of the population lived in the inland straths where it was easier to find shelter for both man and beast. So the standing stones, burial mounds, brochs, chapels and other signs of human activity that to us seem to be scattered at random in inaccessible corners actually mark sites where people lived, worked and died.

There is a very plausible argument that the ancient pilgrimage routes, which would have followed everyday routes used for work and leisure, can be reconstructed by linking the ancient chapel sites. Specifically, chapels at the banks of rivers seem to consistently occur at fording points.[2] The rivers were significant influences on travel routes. They were reliable navigational aids but they were also natural barriers and had limited crossing points. No main bridges existed North of Inverness until the beginning of the 19th century.[3] So fords, consisting of stepping stones, turf mounds or natural shallows that could be waded through, were used. These occurred most frequently near the sources of the rivers or at their mouths. Where rivers were too deep to allow for fords or simply wading, it is possible that coracles could have been used.

Rivers and burns were also popular sites for buildings designed to house groups of people larger than the average family. There were two reasons for this – they provided a convenient source of water for cooking and washing and they made it easier to dispose of waste in a hygienic manner. While there do not seem to be any remaining examples of toilets built over burns, this was a common arrangement in other parts of the country and there is no reason why it could not also have been used here.

[1]Once farming methods had developed to include enclosed fields and substantial farm steadings, Caithness did breed horses and they became a regular export to Orkney.

[2]See work done by George Watson ‘Roads and Tracks through Local History Part 3’ in the Caithness Field Club archives, available on-line.

[3]A.R.B. Haldane, The Drove Roads of Scotland, p. 105.

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Homes For Sale in Barrington IL – Village and Unincorporated

Below are the available homes for sale in Barrington IL. For any questions on any of these Barrington Village & Unincorporated listings, just click the “Request Info” button on any property detail page.

The listings are updated multiple times a day from the MLS and include a quick property snapshot, extended property details, tax information, large photos. View nearby properties too. We also provide demographic information for each community below the property details.

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What’s The Real Estate Market Like Here?

Barrington is an affluent suburban village and has the largest residential historic district in Illinois. We still have many homes in the downtown area that were built in the 1800’s. Lining the primary cross streets of Main Street and Hough Street are many older style properties. These styles and ages expand out to many of the downtown residential streets. They have small yards up to a quarter acre, but are within walking distance to shops, schools, the Metra train station and local businesses. Some of them have been converted into businesses.

As time passes older properties have either been renovated or torn down and new buildings constructed. There is now a varied mix of old and new and likely the regeneration will continue for many years. Village residences are on public sewers and water supply. The water is supplied from an underground aquifer, which feeds to 4 wells in the village and then pumped to the residential and commercial buildings. It is not fed from Lake Michigan water.

Property Styles

Craftsman

Victorian

Tudor

Colonial

Ranches

Split Level

Contemporary

Georgian

Condos

Townhouses

The area features wetlands, forest preserves, parks, and horse trails in a country-suburban setting, located approximately 32 miles northwest of Chicago. If you don’t live locally but are considering Barrington as a community to live in, you can view all properties for sale right on this page.

What About Unincorporated 60010?

Many of the areas surrounding the Village have been incorporated into new communities. Lake Barrington, North Barrington, Barrington Hills, South Barrington all share the same zip code but are independent villages. However woven between all of these are areas that were not incorporated into any of our villages. They fall under county jurisdiction and have the Barrington IL address. They are far and wide in location and some have acreage too and some are zoned for horses.

Unincorporated properties have the appeal of less community rules and are often sought after because of this. Styles are typically Colonial, Contemporary, Tudor, Georgian, Craftsman, Ranches; very few Victorian, you’re more likely to find Farmhouses here.

Contact Corinne Guest, a resident of 23 years and a Barrington IL REALTOR, will help you choose the right neighborhood for your family. As a community Barrington Illinois has a great variety of home choices and we hope this article helps you appreciate why this village might be the right place for you to decide to call it home. Learn about buying and living in our community.

Barrington Subdivisions

The village center and surrounding unincorporated areas that do not belong to any of the other villages, has a lot of neighborhoods. There are condo complexes, townhomes, single family subdivisions and properties with acreage.

407 E Main

Arbors At Barrington

Barrington Court

Barrington East

Barrington Highlands

Barrington Meadows

Barrington Oak Meadows

Barrington Oaks Estates

Barrington Townhomes

Barrington Trails

Barrington Village

Brentwood Townhomes

Carriage Trail

Chateaux Bourne

Chicago Highlands

Chippendale

Cook Street Plaza

Country Club Estates

Creekside Pointe

Deer Lake

Deer Lake Meadows

Deer Path Estates

East Barrington Oaks

Eastwood

Fairhaven

Farm Trails

Fenview Estates

Fielding Place

Flint Creek

Fox Point

Glen Acres

Glencrest

Green View Acres

Grove Estates

Harrow Gate

Heritage Oaks

Heritage Trails

Highland Hills

Hillcrest Acres

Homes At Kainer Court

Indian Woods

Inverness Shores

Jewel Park

Kelsey’s Grand View

Lakeview

Lechners

Legacy Of Barrington

Lochshire Of Barrington

Northern Hills Of Barrington

Oak Ridge

Oak Ridge North

Oaks Of Barrington

Park Barrington

Provincial Manor

Reserve At Barrington

River Glen

Riverside Of Barrington

Riverwalk

Shady Hill

Shorely Woods

Short Hills

Steeplechase

Sunset Estates

Tall Trees

The Oaks Of Barrington

Thunderbird Estates

Timbercreek

Timberlake Estates

Westwood

White Oaks Estates

Wyngate

History of Our Village

Back in the mid 1800’s when Barrington was first starting to develop into a village the homes were typically log style. It was known as Barrington Station. The attraction of a train station at the center attracted people to the area and it was a great place to move to with stores opening. People that became wealthy during the 1920’s gravitated to Barrington Station. Growth slowed down during hard times but resumed in the 1950’s and on with the post war baby boom and Chicago’s suburban expansion, building what is now known as Barrington Village. The population now is just over 10,300, about a quarter of the population of all the village’s in zip code 60010 combined.

Our homes are generally focused around the center of the village with some in unincorporated areas on the outskirts. Barrington expanded the footprint over 100 years with homes built for each era. Early homes were Victorian, Queen -Anne style; Tudor, Colonial, American Four Square or Craftsman. As time passed more modern homes were built with ranches, Colonial, Split Level homes becoming the new styles.

A Word About Fences In Village Center

We are often asked if fences are allowed in backyards. Owners are permitted to have fences and many do. This makes it good to keep fido contained and for the security of letting children play outside. The same is not true of our other communities in the zip code 60010. Fences are permitted in Unincorporated Barrington but keep in mind the open country character you have chosen to live in, and then decide if it may detract from the surroundings. Smaller dog runs are usually permitted. For horse zoned properties paddock fencing is allowed.

New Construction Options

Because Barrington has other villages on it’s boundaries and because it’s now 150+ years old there is not much room left for growth and new construction. There will always be re-generation of the housing stock but that will be very gradual. There are a few small areas of undeveloped land, some of which is sold off from owners who have larger parcels, it get’s subdivided and then a small planned unit subdivision is created.

The small amount of vacant land remaining has allowed new townhouses to built, something many buyers are looking for when downsizing from luxury homes in this revered zip code.

Why Choose Barrington Village

Variety and sizes of homes to match variable buying budgets.

Smaller lots to take care of.

220 School District (Outlying Unincorporated 60010 areas do NOT all attend 220 Schools.)

Children can walk to schools from many of the subdivisions, especially elementary grades.

Close to Metra Station for commuting to Chicago.

Local shops and stores within walking distance.

Walk to restaurants for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Unincorporated properties allow a greater freedom for things like working from home & parking an RV.

10 minutes from I-90 to travel east or west

40 minutes from Chicago’s O’Hare airport with direct flights all over the world.

Local parks.

Which Schools do Students Attend?

Children living in the village attend Barrington School District 220, which is sought after. Most schools here have excellent report cards. We have 8 elementary schools, 4 of which are close to the center of town. There are 2 middle schools, one on Main Street close to the center and one high school also on Main Street. Search homes by school name.

Although enrollment sizes fluctuate the elementary schools have on average 450/500 students, middle schools 1,000 and the high school 3,000 or more. The 11 schools educate nearly 9,000 students and the graduation rate is around 96%. Average class size is 22 students.

Children living in unincorporated Barrington may be on the fringes of the zip code boundaries. Although the majority of homes are in School District 220, some fall inside other townships. This includes Wauconda and Algonquin. When buying homes and schools are a critical factor, always call the school district offices to verify the schools for a property.

Local Colleges

Closet to the Village and in Cook County is Harper Community College. It offers vocational courses and the first two years of a four year degree can be completed here. High school graduates can complete their general education credits and also associate degrees.

Lake County College is in Lake County, north of the village center and offers similar programs but also 4 year degree programs. Many high school graduates do their degree locally making use of community colleges or one of the many choices of 4 year colleges in Chicago and the suburbs.

Park District & Leisure

Nature and Wildlife – We have many marshes nearby most of which have walking trails, so if wildlife and bird watching is what you enjoy you want have to travel far. The Heron Rookery on Bakers Lake in Barrington is home to colonial nesting birds. You’ll need binoculars but come spring the lake is filled with activity.

The Park District – Encompassing five parks offering a wide variety of recreation facilities. There are events from April though October and the Aquatics center is open late May with swimming lessons and open pool hours all through the summer. Parks are:

Langendorf Park

Citizens Park

Ron Beese Park

Columbus Park

Miller Park

Our newly renovated library is large, with adult and children centers, rooms for hire for conferences, meeting and study rooms, digital studios, computers and internet access and plenty of summer programs for the kids.

As we are are a country suburb local leisure is limited. For ball games, hockey and football head over to Chicago where these facilities are in plentiful supply. Lake Barrington has a sports center. South Barrington has a tennis and swimming club. Golf courses are available in North Barrington, Inverness, Lake Barrington.

Churches

With over 10 churches of various denominations in the center of the village, services are available for all faiths.

Hospitals and Doctors

In the village center you’ll find plenty of Doctors and Dentists to choose from. Most are connected to Good Shepherd Hospital just a few miles north. Good Shepherd Hospital is a trauma care center, has a respected cardiac unit and in the last few years has undergone a facelift. Rooms are now all private.

There is also a Sunrise senior memory care center. The Garlands is a retirement community, there are several elder care locations too.

Restaurants and Shopping

The village has banks, local stores, opticians, a large grocery store and a smaller one. The big box stores are found in nearby towns as Barrington is not large enough to accommodate them.

In the town center there are coffee shops, fast food restaurants, and many eateries with Italian, Greek, Mexican, Japenese and American food. There’s an Irish Pub too. Whether you are looking for comfort food, fine dining or take out, there’s plenty to choose from.

Transport

For commuters we have the Metra line stopping in the village on a regular basis. It’s about a one hour commute into Chicago, trains arrive at Ogilvie Transportation Center at Madison St. and Canal St. The trip from Barrington takes about an hour to 65 minutes. There is a good sized parking lot.

The same commute by road will make use of I-90. With light traffic expect an hour, rush times add up to 30 minutes more. Car parking is a premium so factor in costs before dismissing the train!

Chicago O’Hare airport is a busy airport about 40 minutes away. With direct flights all over the world and nationally there are 5 terminals. It’s an easy drive down Barrington Rd and along I-90. Location of the airport makes traveling reasonably easy for business or family to visit.

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