Romance, The Legend of Robert Redd
Twilight and Highland Green

“Oh Robert,” beckoned the new Lady Redd in a seductively playful voice, “would you like to take a walk with me in the twilight?” It was the first stop on our honeymoon: the Scottish Highlands to the east of the Isle of Sky, the Kyle of Lochalsh and Plockton: the land of my forefathers. Amidst the charming backdrop of tumbling green hills and Munros, I knew something- or rather- someones- would be tumbling soon as well. “Absolutely, darling.” I answered, preparing myself for a little newlywed fun, “a walk is just the thing-“ but as I took to the outdoors, I was stunned to stillness. Lady Redd’s sultry silhouette was surrounded by the most glorious highland green scenery- and perfectly exaggerated by the blue of twilight’s setting sun. “Just as the day I’d met her,” thought I, “the same twilight- mixed with the highland green of our honeymoon’s beginning- the most positively romantic combination,” It was not until later, when we were nearly discovered in the bushes near Duncraig Castle, that I realized my assessment had proven most correct.

Twilight and Blue

Blue and twilight make a match, thought Robert Redd as he watched his Lady Redd descend the long staircase at the Villa Rotunda. The dress of blue, similar yet distinctly different from the twilight sky caught Robert Redd’s eye. It proved to be another magical evening in the Italian countryside for the adventurous couple.