The Dragon of Tighnabruaich, Argyll and Bute, Scotland – 2014 – PlaySnaps number 31.

The Dragon of Tighnabruaich, Argyll and Bute, Scotland – 2014
We’re scanning for a roadside clearing that doubles as home to a rustic dragon on our route from Islay in Scotland’s Inner Hebrides. As we roll over hills and weave through the twists and turns of Argyll and Bute’s narrow, country roads we round a corner on the 8033 and suddenly it appears. We pull over into a space where wiry firs have been cut back. The dragon in plain view peers out in all its steadfastness.

Virtually unadorned
A stacked grey stone sculpture nearly 2 metres tall, it is virtually unadorned with the exception of dollops of paint in lieu of teeth and shimmering reflector eyes. Mud partially encrusts the weighty block supporting a crocodilian head. The tail trickles off in the back distance reptilian and segmented. It’s wonderful impromptu public art, playful but a bit drab in its dull earth tones.

Keeping the dragon at bay
Getting out of the car, we dash around the beastie ready for a spot of play. My 80-year-old dad is the ringleader brandishing a small branch to unnerve the dragon. We are indebted to those who dreamed up and assembled these ancient stones into a mythic beast. It’s an unanticipated surprise for all those catching a glimpse as they zip by – a smile, a wondering, a lightness. The up close interlude with dragon brightens our day. There is a spring in our steps and the sparkle of childhood memories in our eyes as we resume our journey.
Shortly after this introductory meeting, planning begins for the next encounter. Three months later, we’re back in Scotland taking a ferry across the Clyde from Gourock to Dunoon and wending our way by car through the valley of pheasants for a high summer reunion. We’re kitted out for a makeover – several gallons of paint, various sized brushes and refreshments to keep us hydrated.
It’s a great afternoon. The July sun is hot, the horse flies persistent but these minor inconveniences don’t even register. Over a giddy couple of hours we set about a transformation. We chip away at the mud prepping for the first coat. We had hoped to help the Dragon of Tighnabruaich really pop for passersby with alluring tones in saltire blue complemented with more riotous colours but choices were limited at Dunoon’s hardware.

All spruced up
Even with a limited palette, our handiwork results in a beguiling new livery adding to the dragon’s mystery. Numerous drivers toot their horns in appreciation of our efforts and kids wave from back seats as they whoosh by. We tidy up, pack, take some pics of our finished work and head back to Dunoon to catch the ferry for Gourock where we regale my aunt and uncle with our exploits.
That was 2014 the year my mom passed away unexpectedly. Those afternoons, months apart, with my dad and the dragon in my parents’ homeland were interspersed with laughter, adventure and an almost carefree abandon. The moments of lightness were a balm, a welcome sanctuary where grief was momentarily paused. Play’s gentle embrace helped us weather the storm.
I’ve been back to Scotland twice since then but didn’t have the chance to check out the dragon. A Google Street View dated 2022 shows it still ticking though a little worse for wear.

Google Street View 2022
All the best on this first day of 2026 with a special remembrance for absent friends….

Christmas 1962 – 132 Auchmead Road, Greenock, Scotland
This photo was taken on my first trip to Scotland with my Mom when I was 5. We stayed with my maternal grandma, Agnes Morgan and my mom’s younger siblings. Looks like I was anticipating an encounter with the Dragon of Tighnabruaich a few decades down the road…
See all PlaySnaps 1 through 31 right here on flickr.
Each week I’m uploading a couple of original images. Pulled from a collection of more than 20,000 shots taken over 20 or so years. The snaps are a smorgasbord of people (mostly kids), play and places. There is no particular order to their presentation – chronological, thematic, or otherwise.
It’s been my good fortune as an adult to occasionally immerse myself in play. Being an onlooker and by times a helper has made for many joyful moments. I’m thankful to our kids for indulging me over the years and letting the camera in on the fun. I hope some of these photos will tickle your fancy, bring a smile to your own heart of play.