As the JFK presidency was compared to Camelot, so is our current President’s. The lore is great about King Arthur and his knights and kingdom.
Some say it began here, in Scotland.
So, friend Karen and I went to Craigmillar Castle, where Mary, Queen of Scots spent some time (try to go to a castle where she didn’t spend some time, in Scotland). I proposed that there should be a placque in every castle Mary, Queen of Scots, slept in.
Anyway the hill behind the castle, taken from the rooftop (the surrounds of the rooftop as the occupants took the actual roof with them when they left) is called Arthur’s Seat.
On the other side is Holyrood Castle, the Queen’s (UK) official residence in Scotland and across the street from the modern houses of parliament. Scotland is trying to become its own government once again, and while I applaud them for it I don’t know how they’ll live. Fish and sheep and premier knitwear is not enough. Then again, I’m not a student of UK economics, just someone who loves the people and culture and lived there several months.
Even without a roof, Craigmillar is well-preserved. The south side of the hill now houses poorer folks, who probably take public transit into the city of Edinburgh each day. That’s how we got there and it was not easy. But we got there and could imagine Arthur and his knights and their horses, surrounding the area and protecting the castle.
It will take a knight to take us out of the debacle we’ve woven ourselves into. We do deserve some blame for this financial morass.
The knights of the round table are long gone, if they ever existed. I believe they existed in some form, somewhere. This would be a perfect place for them. Good dreams are useful! Cheers, Dee
