In Dunoon there are fairies, and they all stay in a little glen. In this
glen the fairies once put up coloured lights so that human folk could
find their way around, and marvel at the wisps of mist that curled and
swam around the toadstools and trees and silken fairy homes. The head
fairy was called Morag, a firm leader who organised daily chores like
ensuring all the streams tinkled, all the dells were bathed in mist, and
the Highland cows roared on cue at precisely twelve-of-the-clock every
day to both scare away goblins and let the fairies and humans know that
all was well. But some goblins were very persistent, and before long
some fairies had to move. One group, under the leadership of Puck, moved
a few miles north of Dunoon to their own glen near Strath Eachaig. And
so Morag's Fairy Glen became abandoned, bar a few stalwarts who stood guard, doing their utmost to make life hard for the goblins.
And what, you might rightly ask, am I rabbitting on about? Well, I think
many visitors to Dunoon in the past will remember Morag's Glen. It was a
magical place where grown-ups became like children and marvelled at the
little folk who hide in our world. Sadly, Morag's Glen became a tad
uncared for, and closed for a while. But do not despair. For the humans
the fairies are once again in discussion, and soon all the fairies will
And as the old saying goes, 'And with the return of the fairies to
Glen all of Scotland will prosper and the king shall return.' Puck
just a few miles away, but he waits patiently for that day to come.
Visit Dunoon. If touched by the magic you may never ever leave.