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Unlike Mendelssohn I had dinner with my old German teacher, Professor Hugh Keith of , who now has his own translating agency. We discussed among other subjects 1780 drama Nathan der Weise, or , who is based on Felix's grandfather , founder of the modern Jewish Enlightenment. I am making a translation of this very relevant play for performance at a conference of major world religions in in October.

Like Mendelssohn I leave Edinburgh by boat, arranged for me by my brother - an ex-Marine who knows a deputy admiral who knows the Edinburgh harbourmaster who knows a man with a boat which is travelling west towards Stirling. I walk 15 miles and stay the night in the backpackers' hostel on the anniversary of the nearby. In the morning, the street has been cordoned off by police tape and there looks as is there has been something of a battle outside the hostel.

Mendelssohn took a carriage to Perth so I take the train. Mendelssohn had his portrait painted as a visiting celebrity and I have my picture taken in my top hat, check trousers and sideburns.

I walk to Birnam and visit the famous Wood which improbably came to Dunsinane in , drawing a sketch of the famous which is basically all that is left of the original broad-leaf forest. Mendelssohn was less concerned with music than with drawing on his journey.

I walk on to Dunkeld to visit and sketch the same waterfall as Felix pencilled but lack his patience. I visit Ossian's Hall where there are verses supposedly by the Celtic bard on the mirrored walls. They romanticise stories of 'war and wooings, warriors and maidens'. In fact they were written by a Scot called MacPherson in the 18th century, which may have disappointed a few gullible people who thought Ossian real, though even a little research reveals him to be the product of the mythical giant Fingal and a deer.

I walk to , then to , visit the and return to Pitlochry. I cross the River Garry by the vertiginous Garrry Bridge which marks the beginning of the Road to the Western Isles. I walk to where Mendelssohn had terrible weather but where I have only blazing sunshine. The hotel he stayed at was submerged when Loch Tummel was dammed.

I walk to where Mendelssohn hired a horse and cart. There is none available today so I decide to compromise by hitch-hiking the 60 miles to where I stay at the Youth Hostel with the walkers with their hi-tech equipment, ski-poles and waterproofs. They are amazed that I am walking in a fancy dress costume.

I follow the across the hills to the following day. Here the path crosses the road so I decide to hitch a lift. The second car to pass screeches to a halt. Drivers soon stop for a man in a top hat. The driver is an ex-soldier, a former member of the who is driving fast to attend a court case the following day for speeding, he tells me as we pass the spot in the where he went through the crash barrier and came round to see a policeman sitting on his bonnet to stop him from toppling into the gorge. He is going to plead post-traumatic stress disorder and that he was fleeing bad experiences in Bosnia and Northern Ireland.

The Pass of Glencoe is truly magnificent, a theatre of mountains. I stay at the youth hostel which is run by a German family. I compliment the father by saying only the Germans know how to run youth hostels properly. He agrees and says it is not surprising because a German called invented youth hostels 100 years ago. It passes without comment that the Hitler Youth were very keen on hostelling.

I walk from Glencoe along the main road beside to . It is dangerous when the road runs out of pavement and I have to walk on the grass verges when the log lorries come swerving round the double bends. I stay in a hotel in the main street which in 1829 was all that Fort William consisted of.

That year too saw the start of steamship travel among the Westerm Islands, and Mendelssohn had a ticket for the maiden voyage of the Maid of Morvern from Fort William to . There is no waterborne service of any sort today so I feel justified in taking the bus. In Oban I have time to sketch just as Mendelssohn did before the ferry departs for .

On the island I make straight for to be ready for a boat in the morning to . All the hotels are full and I am just contemplating spending the night on the park bench in the graveyard when an elderly lady pulls up and says she recognises me from earlier in the journey. She is staying at a lodge where there is a bed free and invites me to use it.

The following morning it is raining for the trip to the tiny Island of Staffa, location of Fingal's Cave. I introduce myself as Mendelssohn and say I am happy for people to take pictures. A Swede says, 'Mendelssohn! Don't you recognise me? Karl Frederike Lindblom! You must remember. We were students together in Berlin although I was somewhat older (born 1801). We carried on a correspondence over many years!' He is a musicologist at Stockholm University who is also researching the life of Mendelssohn.

When we near the island I recall that Mendelssohn was very seasick and pose for pictures as if I were throwing up a) into the sea and b) into my top hat. The picture desk can decide. We are allowed off the boat which then disappears for an hour. We feel marooned and the island truly lonely which was the first name Mendelssohn gave his celebrated . He had already composed the first bars in his head and sent them home in a letter before he saw the strange basalt rock formation.

An English couple tell me they sing in a choir. She likes musical theatre and he has a love of Purcell. He says all he can hear is the song, They that go down to the sea in ships,, which Purcell wrote for the bass John Gosling in commemoration of 's near disastrous sailing trip in the Solent in 1685. The soloist sinks to a bottom D. He says his favourite piece of Purcell is one he had come to only recently, Hear My Prayer. I tell him, it knocked me out when I first sang it, too.

Mendelssohn also wrote an anthem with this title although two words later they part company. Purcell's Hear My Prayer O Lord is a stunning, single span of slow interweaving counterpoint tantalisingly bereft of a later second half which has gone missing. Mendelssohn's Hear My Prayer O God (incline thine ear) contains thetreble solo O for the wings of a dove. The singer yearns for a nest in the wilderness. He means a youth hostel at the end of a long day's hike through Scotland's beautiful, romantic, rugged terrain.