When Neely Powell (Leigh Neely and Jan Powell) began writing True Nature, I (Leigh) was fortunate enough to visit her son's family in Scotland. Due to the birth of her granddaughter and the subsequent birth of her grandson, she spent a total of four months in and around the area of Giffnock, just a little ways from Edinburgh.
It really is
a culture shock to live away from America. Grocery stores are
different, the number of incredibly old buildings just boggles the mind,
and the value of learning the history of where you are seemed enhanced.
I loved Giffnock. I became accustomed to walking everywhere,
something I'd never done in America. There were times, however, when I
did have to ask my sweet daughter-in-law to let me sit a while between
going to the post office, the grocery store, and the local park.
Unfortunately, I did not continue my walking once I returned home.
looks much like a village of old, with its beautiful stone buildings
and narrow streets. I didn't drive while over there. I was sure I'd
forget which side of the road I should be on and cause an accident. My
son and his wife have adapted well and since leaving Scotland, have
lived in Dublin and are now in London. It makes for wonderful vacations
and give us opportunities to get to know places in the UK, not just
At any rate, Giffnock plays a significant role in the
story of True Nature. The family of shape shifters the story focuses on
are from this area and have a long and colorful Scottish history that
includes a battle between clans.
Here's an excerpt:
thoughts went back to the little kitchen in the cottage where Hunter
and I stayed. We were there for two months, in the countryside between
Glasgow and Edinburgh. It was close enough to town to have fun and had
enough land attached to give Hunter a place to roam free and work out
the kinks of shapeshifting.
We were looked after that summer by
two of the MacRae family’s devoted employees. Tall, spare Robert McPhee
had once been the right hand man of Hunter’s grandfather and
great-grandfather. Though his face was seamed with age, he didn’t miss a
beat. He knew where Hunter and I were at all times, and had even shown
up a time or two unexpectedly, both in the city and out in the
It was eerie, I remembered. It was as if he had a
special ability where Hunter was concerned. Robert’s wife, Molly, was as
short and round he was tall and thin. Though as ancient as he was, she
kept the cottage sparkling and the scent of delicious savories and
sweets coming from the kitchen. That trip was one of my best summer
The beautiful countryside of Scotland seemed
the perfect setting for the home of shape shifters and dysfunctional
psychics! Read True Nature for their story!
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