Road Trip

Last weekend was a very busy one, but a smashing one!



My mate Helen and I set off from Berkshire at 10.30am with flasks of coffee, sausage rolls and a whole lot of sweeties ready for the long haul up to Dundee.

Stopping for the obligatory wees and walkies along the way, we made good time and arrived at Discovery Quay just in time for tea! Except we couldn't be bothered going out so just spread out the provisions from the road trip and had a picnic on Helen's bed! Much better idea!!

Saturday was a bit mixed, as the morning was taken up by a return to my old house to collect the rest of my things. I'd brought all my clothes and camera gear down before, but now I had to find room in Helen's car for all my books, photo albums and a large globe... oh, and a rather statuesque santa with a bell on his hat!!!

We'd made the most of the Dundee stop though, making sure we dropped by Clark's for a black pudding & egg roll, mmmm, and an apple slice to be saved for later! Clark's apple slices are to die for!!! I've had nothing like it since moving back down south and I was dribbling all the way up the M6 in anticipation!!!

So, loaded up with both calories and books, we headed across to tour my old favourite haunts. First stop was Glenshee. The weather wasn't what you'd call perfect, but it was ok.



The rain stopped long enough to take a short walk along the Callater Burn where we found a lovely place for coffee and a peer through the bins for whatever birdies might be about. Helen's hubby, Mick, had made a couple of walking sticks for us and wow, what a great idea! I couldn't believe how much strain they take off the hips and the lumbar spine!! They are amazing... and beautifully crafted too, I am so very, very impressed!



Thanks Mick!

Next stop was in Killin, but we took a slightly scenic route to go and see the caravan I lived in for 4 years when I first moved into the area. Slightly disconcerting was the fact that even after 9 years, the lady in charge at the campsite knew who I was... and she didn't even live there at the time!!! Hmmm, I took it as a positive thing, let's hope it was!

We then drove across Moulin Moor and stopped at the layby opposite Auld Mr Soutar's Hoose for more coffee and the scrummy apple slices... more like apple thins now actually, as they were buried under a hundredweight of books!!! Still tasted scrummy though!

On to Killin and a reunion with Walter, Susan and Sid, my Intrepid friends who were up for the night as well. It was a fantastic night, good food, great company and such a good laugh, real jaw-aching, belly-aching laughs! Superb!!

A few real ales and some lemon vodkas later, (and some rum in Helen's case), we stumbled up to our twin room in the attic with vague notions of maybe getting up for sunrise if the clouds cleared overnight.

Thankfully the clocks changed that night, springing forward by an hour. Again, this was a positive thing... rather than losing an hour in bed, we gained an hour of our holiday and, thankfully, sunrise was now roughly 7-ish instead of 6-ish!!! Much more sociable!

Peeping beyond the curtain at a little before 7am, I saw the sky was already pretty light and that the clouds had lifted and it had the makings of a beautiful day!

But we were very, very close to sunrise and we had to run if we were going to make it. So we did. Straight into a bog and a bootful of peaty water!! Which was nice!

Undeterred, we circled round the bog and arrived at the shore of Loch Tay with moments to spare!



The initial rush and panic over, we had time to sit and drink in the beauty of the morning and the peace of the landscape...



but, I have to be honest, wishing we'd packed a flask of coffee and thinking really hard about whether to knock on the fishermen's tent to see if they'd share any breakfast with a couple of slightly hungover photographers!

Luckily Helen found a couple of hot cross buns left over from the day before at the bottom of the bag, so we ate those instead and the fishermen were left to sleep in ignorance of how close they'd come to losing half of their breakfast!!

We wandered back to the hotel in time for breakfast with Susan, Walter and Sid, and plans were hatched for a tour round the Ben Lawers range. The map showed a promising looking drive from Killin that cut round behind Ben Lawers and then popped out at Kenmore. Perfick! Except there was no mention on the map that the road was now shut halfway along it due to enormous potholes that developed after the hard winter they'd just experienced up there!

Back in Killin, we agreed to follow the sat nav to the tearooms at Bridge of Balgie. Susan was driving ahead of us to lead the way, but by some oversight we also left our road atlas with them... so they had the sat nav and the map!

That wouldn't have been a problem if the road hadn't suddenly turned into the M25 as soon as Susan pulled out onto it, meaning we were delayed in setting off. Susan saw a blue car behind, thought (not unreasonably) that it was us and carried on following Mr Tom's instructions. We were left to follow our noses. It didn't go well.

It was very scenic and we did spot a hen harrier while out on our diversion, but we were a LONG way from any tearooms, let alone the one at Bridge of Balgie!! Deciding that the best thing to do was turn around and go back along the main road, we eventually found the turning that we should have taken first time! Oops!!

We'd tried several times to ring Walter but no signal put the dampeners on that. We were a good 2 hours behind the others before we eventually caught up, but we were reunited and all was laughed away! Slightly hysterical laughter maybe, but we laughed it off anyway!

The poor Intrepids were stoked full of tea, so it seemed a plan to make the next stop at the toilets a mile down the road. We then carried on to Fortingall to see the 5000 year old yew tree at the church. It's astonishing to be in the presence of something that has seen the whole of history in that place... absolutely mind-blowingly astonishing! Yew trees are found in just about every church yard up and down the UK. Respected for their ability to rejuvenate and grow, prehistoric and medieval peoples believed the Yew to have magical properties. I'm rather inclined to think so too!

A bite to eat and another wee stop later found us at the Hermitage by Dunkeld. A favourite haunt of mine, I was desperate to get there before dark to have a good look round.



It's a fantastic place, I've written about it before, but you really do need to go and have a look if you ever pass through Perthshire on the A9. Trust me, it's well worth the stop!

A night in Perth and then it was back down the road to home and reality again.



My life in Scotland may be done, but I can be very, very sure that I'll be back!

Rebecca, X
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To Aberlady and Beyond!

I first visited Aberlady Nature Reserve last year when I was feeling raw and emotional and hurt and grieving. A wee while there and I felt my spirits lift a bit and my strength to return a little bit.



So here I am again, a year on, raw and emotional and hurt and grieving. Seems I'm not quite as strong as I thought I was, but nor am I a victim. I will be back and, to that end, a trip to Aberlady was the perfect boost... as well as a trip back to Bourne to see my really fab friends Margaret & Paul, but more of that in another post!

I took the train up to Edinburgh last Tuesday to be met in the rain by my old pal John. A flatmate from our university days over 10 years ago, we've kept in touch on and off over the years and how glad am I of that? Very glad indeed. I don't know if he can be bottled, but he really is such a great tonic!!!

Having spent a few days away with Margaret and Paul, I was already feeling lifted and rested and on my way back to peace, but a couple more days with John put the cherry on the top. We laughed, I cried, we laughed again, we ate, drank & laughed a bit more and set the world to rights and talked & laughed some more. Perfick!

Arriving in the dark and in the rain, I could only get a rough idea of the view John has to look at every day. It looked good, even in the dismal light... but wow, what a view in the daylight!



John is warden at the Nature Reserve and is fortunate enough to have an apartment that looks out across the estuary, across the old shipwreck and across the salt marsh beyond, where North Berwick Law stands in majesty above this beautiful, ever-changing landscape.

The rain had stopped, the sun was out and it would have been extremely rude not to go out and embrace the wind as it whipped along the coast. We filled a flask with coffee and a box with rolls and John's home baking (Yum! He never did that when we shared a flat in Aberdeen!!), and weatherproofed & hunger-proofed, we set off for a walk round the reserve.

The salt marshes across the far side of the bay lead on to an extensive dune system, with back dunes and ponds and a fantastically shaped landscape that reminds me of a volcanic crater clothed in grass!



Home to reptiles, amphibians, mammals, invertebrates, insects and birds, this wonderful ecosystem is so incredibly beautiful but also incredibly fragile. John and his team are working tirelessly to control the dunes from the threat of invasion by non-native species... the attractive but rampant sea buckthorn to name but one!

Another threat of invasion was thwarted by these huge blocks that, although invaders themselves, are now so much a part of the landscape that they are also protectors and holders of their own small ecosystems, as lichens, mosses and small plants colonise the concrete!



Placed here in the war to protect the land from enemy tanks that could be landed from the shore, these blocks are so weathered and bedded in that they have completely embraced the natural world. Rejecting manmade ideas of war and destruction, these memorials of war now offer peace and new life. It's part of the magic of Aberlady Nature Rerserve. It really is!

Twice now I've visited the reserve when my world has crumpled, and twice now I've been restored and revived by the magic that's here. Peace and new life, here I come!!

Walking further along the coast, the landscape changes with every turn and, rather dramatically, with just about every high tide!



The rocks are astonishing, not just in beauty, but in their vast differences. All colours, shapes and sizes, the rocks represent so many different forms and types that a geologist would be in perpetual bliss! Carved by wind and rain, sea and sand, smoothed by years of exposure to all the elements, the rocks here take on really fantastic and surreal features. Is it any wonder myths and legends are born when you come across such grotesque and pained faces as these?



Blimey, my problems are nothing compared to theirs! See, I really do feel better already!!!

John pointed out this huge rock and said that until the winter it had been buried by sand dunes for who knows how many years! Winter storms swept a huge section off the end of a the dunes to reveal this and other rocks for the first time in centuries.



How exciting is that? I think it's great! Apparently this particular rock was a beautiful green colour when it was first exposed, but has now muted to a still very attractive silvery green. I wonder what it looked like before it was buried in the sand, and how many people have sat on it and looked out to sea?

As we walked, the landscape changed in every bay. Looking out to the island of Fidra, we sat and ate our lunch and just revelled in the rawness of the day.



The wind was biting, but it was perfect. Blowing a gale through our troubled thoughts and frazzled minds, all negative emotions dispersed on the wind as easily as dandelion seeds blow away from the clock. Time heals, it's true, but there's nothing quite like a good sea breeze to get the colour back in your cheeks and a hearty stride back in your step!



12 miles & 7 hours after setting off from John's front door, we arrived in North Berwick. A beautiful day, a stunning walk and great company. I could do with a LOT more of that!!!! Thanks John, it was ace and I am so grateful to you for helping me through and making me laugh and getting me back on to the road again. You should be available on the NHS!!!

Rebecca, X

Glenshee & Sausages & Hogy & Me!

This blog post is also a bit late in the writing, for which I apologise, but it was also a bit of a painful one to write and so I kept putting it off. I'm happier now though, and it's good to remember good times, even if they were tainted by bad memories afterwards. Let's not dwell on all that though, 'cos this was a jolly good day and was rounded off by a lovely evening up at Glenshee.



You may remember that I did my first wedding as a photographer back in June, and as much as I loved it, I also found it extremely hard work and very, very stressful... not in a bad way stressful, but the adrenaline certainly was pumping all day! Talk about needing eyes in the back of your head!! We were constantly on the alert for the whole time, making sure we didn't miss anything and making sure that we got everything we wanted and, obviously most importantly, that the bride and groom had requested!

So it was a busy day, a stressful day and my head was still buzzing for hours after. What better way to wind down than to take a disposable barbecue, a bottle of beer, sausages and steaks and head up to the Glen with the pooch!!



Splendid!!!

We went to a spot just about a mile before the ski centre, away from the road and down by the river. It was the perfect spot. Rocks to sit on and cook on, water running by, and a nice big grassy area for Hogy to bimble about in.

He's a great dog; he just sat by waiting patiently for his supper and splashing about in the river. He was in his element... food, companionship, fresh air and the wind ruffling about his fluffy hairdo! Obviously he didn't get a beer, he had to make do with water, but he did rather enjoy his meat feast... made a change from his usual dried biscuits anyway and he wasted no time in scoffing it all down!!



Ah Hogy bear, I do miss you my boy!!!

Glenshee is a lovely place for an evening...



...but it's definitely not a great place for dusk! MIDGES!!!!! Aaaaaaarghhh!!!! We had luckily finished and had luckily already cooled down the barbecue, so it was all bundled up in a bag as we made a hasty retreat with it back to the car! We made it back up the hill only half chomped alive, so all in all not too bad... but what a smashing evening it had been.

If you're heading north to Aberdeen or beyond, why not divert off the A90, or even from the A9, and take the scenic route though Glenshee.



It's awesome!! Rebecca, x
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Ambling about at Aberlady!!

Just about 20 miles east of Edinburgh, and signposted off the A1, is a real hidden gem. Aberlady local nature reserve was actually the first in Britain, designated in 1952 and now also a site of special scientific interest (SSSI).



It is managed by East Lothian Council and, I am very proud to say, my friend John! I'm not so proud to say that in all the time I lived in Scotland I never once went along to the reserve. It was, admittedly, a long way from where I used to stay but that's no excuse. I have now made up for past failings however, and paid a visit to the reserve on Tuesday before I continued south back across the border and into England.

I didn't get to see my pal, but I did leave a not very cryptic hello for him on the sightings sheet before I left! I was going to leave a note that I'd spotted a plastic bag on the reserve but thought I'd better not in the end. There is a story attached to that and John will know what I mean, but if anyone else reads the sightings sheet then they'd think I was being facetious and cross it out!!

Mr H and myself were both at university in Aberdeen together... crikey, just realised that it was last century, lol, and we shared a flat as well as a love of all things ornithological. John was far more knowledgeable than me (and obviously still is) as I only joined the University Bird Club as a way of getting across Scotland and seeing the place. I quickly caught the bug for birding though, and have many smashing memories of many smashing trips!!

My trip to Aberlady was tinged with sadness however. I was feeling really blue for having had to leave the dog in Scotland. He was never mine to keep, but to give him back hurt like hell and is still hurting now. So it was with a heavy heart that I actually set off across the wooden bridge and as the Scottish author Nigel Tranter put it, into 'Enchantment'.



As it turns out, dogs aren't allowed on the reserve between April and July anyway, so I could amble about and not keep thinking 'Hogy would have loved it here' and other such mournful thoughts. He would have loved it there, I've no doubt, but at least the knowledge that I couldn't have taken him if I'd had him made it easier to walk and look ahead to life without him. Not much easier, but a bit easier. By the time I'd returned to the car, my heart felt a bit lighter and I did start to feel a lot better... 'Enchantment' indeed!!

Covering 582 hectares (which is 1,439 acres for those of us who still work in old money), Aberlady is a stunning mix of tidal sand, mud flats, dune systems, pioneer salt marsh, and also has the wee Marl Loch



as well as the Peffer Burn and its estuarine landscape. With a backdrop of industrial Edinburgh to the west,



and the golf course to the east, Aberlady local nature reserve manages to squeeze rare and splendid isolation into a modern age of bustle and business. From the moment you cross the bridge, the noise of the road and the 21st century slowly dissipates into a new world of rustling grasses, birdsong, crickets and, eventually, the lapping of waves on the shore.

The footpath winds its way through the marshes and you are accompanied along the way by hundreds of butterflies flitting along from flower to flower and leaf to leaf.



There are 15 different species of butterfly here, and they flutter alongside the path as if you're walking into a Disney film!! To add to the slightly fairytale feel, the path then leads you through a tunnel of sea buckthorn that is cut in such a way you could be walking into a set for a Lord of the Rings movie or something!



Once through the tunnel, all sounds of the road have disappeared and you're in a truly magical place. The wildflowers are absolutely stunning, the diversity is wonderful and is clearly appreciated by the number of different birds that sing and chirrup as you walk by.

The walk up to the beach at Gullane Point is roughly one and a half miles, and if you go in the middle of the day in the middle of summer as I did, make sure you have plenty of high factor sunscreen with you!! I couldn't reach my back to put on the factor 30 and came back looking like I'd laid down in a blast furnace for half an hour!!!



Popping over the top of the dunes to the beach pops you back into the 21st century again, but there are still reminders of the past even here!



Fences stick out of dunes where the wind blown sand is reclaiming its lands, and out on the beach at low tide is an even stranger reminder of days gone by... a submarine being reclaimed by the sea!



A submarine in death as it was in its life!! I was fascinated by the different shapes and stood for a while thinking about how small it looked and how it must have been to have worked on her, when I realised that the water was creeping back in and was taking her back for another few hours until releasing her again at the next low tide. I stopped a while longer just to get a shot as low to the water as I could... I'd already got my backside wet when I squatted down for an earlier photo (which is how I noticed that the tide was coming in, lol), so I sat right down in the water for this one!



The things I do to bring you a photo!!! Getting a wet bottom in the pursuit of photography is one thing, walking back across the sands in wet trousers is another thing altogether! The beach here has a few posts and pillars scattered about,



but eventually I found a lovely big bleached driftwood log to sit on while I hung my wet trousers up on a post to dry.



It didn't take long, and I soon returned back the way that I came and back into real life again... and just as if to emphasise the end to my few hours in enchantment, a toad crossed in front of me under the buckthorn tunnel on his way to Marl Loch.



A fitting end to a few hours in fairyland!! If you happen to be in the area, look out for the bridge across to the reserve and let your dreams take you somewhere else for a while...

Nigel Tranter called it the 'Footbridge to Enchantment', it is!!

Read more about the reserve here and put a wee circle round it on your road map, it's a very special little place. http://www.aberlady.org/Nature%20reserve.html

Rebecca, x
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Lounging around at the Landmark!

The last time I was at the Landmark Hotel in Dundee, it was actually the Swallow hotel... the roundabout on the A90 is still known as the Swallow Roundabout and probably always will be; one of those things that in years to come when new generations grow up and wonder why the roundabout got its name, all memories and traces will be gone and maybe stories of giant flocks of swallows will replace the rather more uninteresting truth!

So, now known as The Landmark, the hotel has undergone some fairly major changes cosmetically... and all for the better in my opinion, but the fabric of the old castle-like building is still there. The character remains, the staff are still as friendly and the grounds still as beautiful. So it was that I met Rachel and Jason here for a pre-wedding shoot.



They are a lovely couple that I met last year when we did a family shoot with their fabulous, really funny lads. With the wedding booked at The Landmark for next month, it was a perfect choice to go and get some photos of them together around the grounds. The weather was perfect, Rachel and Jase looked gorgeous and so off we went, exploring every nook and cranny in and around the hotel.



It was a beautiful afternoon, not just for the weather and the location, but mostly because of the company. Rachel and Jase are so easy to get along with and the time just flew! We tried so many different places from an old walled garden, all the way through to the ornately carved wooden staircase and the huge old windows behind it. The trees outside were just right for portrait photography. Fresh, green and beautifully shaped, they made the perfect backdrops.



Thank you very much to Rachel and Jase, but also to the staff at the Landmark for allowing us to roam at will. It is very much appreciated indeed.



If you want to see more of The landmark or are considering it as a base for staying in the Dundee area, have a look at their website by clicking the link (I'm not on any commission or anything, I just liked it while I was there!) http://thelandmarkdundee.co.uk/

Rebecca, x

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From Dawn to Ducks!

Last weekend was, of course, the weekend of love... and I loved my weekend!!



Saturday was superb. Started out nice and early as I had to take John to work; perfect timing to get up onto Moulin Moor for sunrise again. I had tried the weekend before, but the weather was miserable... dull, grey, snowy, just plain 'dreich' as they call it round here! Saturday promised to be a wee bitty better so I tried again and was rewarded with a mild, pastel-hued and dappled dawn sky above the moor. Maybe not spectacular, but prettily pink nonetheless (sorry Walter, I know you hate pink but pink it was and I had no control over that!).

I pottered about the old cottage again and started wondering about poor old Mr Soutar. I say 'old Mr Soutar' but I have no idea how old he actually was when he died. I think I mentioned last week that he lived in the cottage and died back in 1800 and something, well I found the memorial stone and wrote the inscription down for you this week because I think it's important. It's tragic and sad but also quite heartwarming at the same time. I also think it's important when I spend so much time pottering about his place that I try and find out a bit more about the man.

I want to know who Mr Soutar was and wonder if he minds me being there now. I hope he doesn't. I love the old place and feel really at home there, even though it is falling apart and ruined. Hmm, analyse that!! Anyway, what I find heartwarming about Mr Soutar's story is the last line of the inscription...

"In memory of John Soutar

who perished here in a snowstorm 3rd March 1897

Erected by a few friends"

I like that simple but telling 'Erected by a few friends'. The temperature was -4 but I never felt cold. I felt cosy and at home... ok, a few layers of tech mountain gear certainly helps, but I felt peaceful and warm on the inside. I sat by the ruins of Mr Soutar's cottage and wondered who he loved and how he lived.

I sat for quite a while watching the clouds, wondering about a stranger's life, took photos from where I sat but never, at any point, noticed the heart-shaped stone on the wall beside me!!



As soon as I started editing the files there it was, as clear as anything! How on earth did I miss it in real life? On Love Weekend of all weekends!!!

Anyway, totally unaware of the nearby heart of stone, my heart was light as I set off up the hill behind the cottage. It doesn't look much from there, but by 'eck, my heart was ready to explode by the time I got to the top, I'm so unfit! It's one of those hills that has false peaks... just when you think you're getting to the top, yikes, there's even more to climb!

It is worth the climb though, the view is beautiful. Not the craggy in-your-face high peaks you get in the West, but just as beautiful in their own understated way.



I had the famous grouse for company... The 'Famous Grouse' is only a few miles and wing flaps away (by Crieff), so I do like to believe that he was strutting his stuff in the snow just ahead of me :-)



A couple flew off as I neared the top so maybe he was entertaining a lady grouse friend on this lover's weekend. Oops, never was very subtle... how rude of me, barging in on his cosy tryst!! Sorry fella!

Having got to the top it only then dawned on me that a bowl of 'Red Berries Special K' just isn't man enough for this job. A bacon roll was calling, but that was back in Blair and I was 1089 foot up the top of a hill. Time for my lardy waterproofed arse to come into action.

Wooooo, that's the way to get down!!!

Oh my word, how much fun was that? Sliding down near-vertical slopes on my backside at speeds far too fast to be sensible! Sensible? Who needs sensible? I may be rapidly approaching 43, I may be Great Aunt Becca, but who said I have to be sensible? I laughed out loud all the way down, totally alone, not a soul for miles around... apart from Mr Grouse and his bird of course ;-) and it was so funny. I tried taking a photo but it didn't really work. Added some effects in PS to try and give an impression but hey ho, you'll just have to use your imagination there.



When I got to the bottom it occurred to me that I could have video'd the slide on my phone and it would have been pretty funny, but the bacon roll was more appealing than the thought of climbing back up the hill just so I could film the trip down!! Maybe another time if the snow is still there ;-)

So, bacon roll mission accomplished, it was on to the next stop, Restenneth Priory at Forfar.



An ancient site dating back to the Picts, Restenneth Priory as it stands (in ruins) today really formed from around 1100AD. Obviously there have been extensive builds and re-builds along the way, but there is still very much an ancient feel to the place.

I went with Niaesha, my friend and assistant,



and we were amazed at the transformation to the stones when the sun broke through the clouds. The late afternoon sun painted the stone in a gorgeous warm golden light, and cast a beautiful shadow from the large tree at the perimeter wall onto the face of the tower. A door in the perimeter wall laid a path of light up to the main chapel, totally transforming the scene and rather taking our breath away!

As the sun sank lower towards the horizon, we decided that Restenneth was done and Forfar Loch would be a lovely end to a fantastic day. The sunset was fairly muted, and the loch isn't the most picturesque in Scotland, but it was a most pleasant end to what had been an extremely pleasant day.



From dawn to ducks, a day well spent indeed :-D

Rebecca,x

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A Wild Weekend!

Well, a fairly soggy Sunday actually but 'A Wild Weekend' makes for a more exciting headline, I think! Saturday was anything but wild. Just a day indoors sorting out washing and websites, that sort of thing. Sunday was play day though :-)

It started before dawn as I had to take John into work in Pitlochry. He started at 8am, sunrise was roughly 8.10-ish, so time to nip up onto Moulin Moor for some photos at poor old Mr Soutar's place.



Poor old Mr Soutar used to live in the cottage but died one snowy night back in the 1800's as he struggled to get to his door through a bitter and savage storm.



I hope he looks favourably on me being there now, because I love this place and somewhere in my heart feels at home here too. Well, the sun never showed his face but I stayed anyway and had a play with the morning clouds instead. Until it started snowing.



I left a bleak and desolate moor but I shall return again soon, probably with a torch and strong nerves to do some light painting and star trails or something similar. Next on the itinerary was a trip to the Auchingarrich Wildlife Centre in Comrie to meet my friends for a stroll and a roll.



The rolls weren't quite what we were expecting however! Firstly, the cafe was shut for refurbishment so, not to be too disheartened, we agreed to take the pooch for a walk round the hill first and see what we could see before bundling back into the car to head down to Comrie in search of refreshment. We would then come back to Auchingarrich to do the rest of the stroll.

Unfortunately my friend took the promise of 'rolls' a little too literally and promptly took two down the slippery and muddy slope of the big hill. Thankfully no bones were broken, though he did suffer quite a jolt, and thankfully his new camera and new 500mm lens also survived. A lens hood was broken, but as that was the worst of it, it wasn't too bad all things considered!

So, we arrived back to the car a little battered and bruised and very muddy, but the thought of a coffee shop in Comrie lifted our spirits. With good reason. I don't know what the coffee shop was called but it is in the main street and was the only one open so if you happen to be there on a Sunday, go on in. It's lovely!!



Refreshed and somewhat drier and cleaner, we made our way back to Auchingarrich for round 2 of our stroll. We didn't even make it into the car park before we made our first stop to try and photograph the Red Kites that were wheeling above the trees and the Herons that were poaching from the Stork's pond at the park entrance. We'd been there for quite some time when all of a sudden my pal let out a huge chuckle as he had spotted an albino wallaby that was watching us from the wooded hill behind. The expression on the wallaby's face was priceless! He was rooted to the spot for ages just watching us, seemingly wondering what on earth we were doing and maybe even why we hadn't bought him a roll back from the shop ;-)

Next we headed on down to the car park again and set off on the trail around the rest of the Wildlife Centre. Meerkats, Wild Cats, Polecats, and, erm... well, lots of other animals and birds too.



My favourite shot of the day?.. yes, the one that got away!! A group of visitors were walking over the crest of the small hill and were in a fairly tight line all looking down the hill. Towards the bottom of the hill, a tight line of geese all looking up at the visitors. It was a face-off and it was so comical, it had to be taken. Eye to the viewfinder, quickly compose the shot for maximum comedy interpretation and artistic merit, press the shutter button... nothing!!! Full card, aarghhh!!!! Quickly delete something off the card, camera back up to the eye... geese now all out of the shot. Hey ho. Wild weekend? Wild? I was absolutely livid, ha ha.

Note to self, when card is nearly full, change it, don't wait to fill it all the way up only to stop at the shot of the day!! Actually, I couldn't change it as my other card is now kaput and I haven't replaced it yet... another note to self, get some new cards!!!

So that was my weekend. Not exactly wild in a massive adventure kind of way, but wild enough in its own mild way ;-) So, thanks to my very good friends for a lovely day out and a ruffle on the head to my dog for being incredibly well-behaved on the walk round the Wildlife Centre. He's not often on the lead and doesn't like it overly much, but he coped admirably with all the sights and scents and all the little birds and animals around him. He never barked once, never tried to chase anything, and behaved impeccably. Anything for another jelly bean, lol.

Rebecca,x

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