I've been hillwalking in the North-West Highlands of Scotland, a breathtakingly beautiful landscape of mountain, lochan-jewelled moorland and coastline and on a fine day in spring as close to heaven as I ever hope to find on this earth.    From Wordnik.com.  [Archive 2006-05-01] Reference

Who of that fierce company brought the trooper to his end we never knew, but when M'Iver and I got down to the level he was dead as knives could make him, and his horse, more mad than ever, was disappearing over a mossy moor with a sky-blue lochan in the midst of it.    From Wordnik.com.  [John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn] Reference

A lochan nestles in the centre of the wood surrounded by majestic conifers and rugged mountains.    From Wordnik.com.  [The Guardian World News] Reference

Undemanding forest trail walks around an amazingly serene lochan, which provides spectacular reflections of the surrounding woodland.    From Wordnik.com.  [The Guardian World News] Reference

But ahead of me there was yet another lochan, one that seemed so idyllic, couched in the cusp of the hill fed by a small river that then left it to proceed further to another glen and another loch.    From Wordnik.com.  [Travel news, travel guides and reviews | guardian.co.uk] Reference

I lunched off the sandwiches the Broadburys had given me, and in the bright afternoon made my way down the hill, crossed at the foot of a small fresh-water lochan, and pursued the issuing stream through midge-infested woods of hazels to its junction with the sea.    From Wordnik.com.  [Mr. Standfast] Reference

I may have made verse on the experience, -- I'll not say yea or nay to that, -- but I never gave a lochan credit for washing the bulged sides of the world. ".    From Wordnik.com.  [John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn] Reference

Blown tenderly from the frail heart of a reed, "and as the evening light comes down on silent places and the trembling shadows fall on the water, we can hear her mournful whisper through the swaying reeds, brown and silvery-golden, that grow by lonely lochan and lake and river.    From Wordnik.com.  [A Book of Myths] Reference

Cha robh lochan no caochan.    From Wordnik.com.  [The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 1, November 1875 A Monthly Periodical Devoted to the Literature, History, Antiquities, Folk Lore, Traditions, and the Social and Material Interests of the Celt at Home and Abroad.] Reference