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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The High Road

Scotland is such a beautiful country, there's no doubt about that, and I'm sure most people know about Glencoe, the Cuillins of Skye, the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond and all those other iconic places... but my favourite place in Scotland is just up the road from where I live and is barely on the map.



Most people have never heard of it, and even people who live round here don't often notice it, let alone visit just to be there. But, I love it. I feel at home there, feel some sort of resonance with the landscape and it's long history that is still so evident.



There's a tension about the place that is almost palpable; it's exciting and slightly unnerving at the same time. There's something there, something I can't put my finger on, but something that draws me back time and again.



I'm not Scottish, I'm English. I have no Scottish ancestry that I know of, yet here I feel a part of the landscape, a part of the past somehow. Strange, but oddly true. Mind you, wouldn't be the first time I've been called odd, eh? So anyway, this is it, Moulin Moor.



The high road above Pitlochry in Perthshire, and a route for centuries that has seen armies, rogues, bandits, caterans, cattle drovers, secret trysts, farmers battling to survive, and even the one who lost. Poor auld Mr Soutar, who lived in the ruined farmhouse that stands above the road, and who died when trying to get back to the warmth and safety of his house in a violent snowstorm.



A memorial stone stands beside the road, and I'm sure he's still there, watching over his farm and maybe still trying to get home.

Rebecca, x

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Whatever the Weather!

I have to decide which out of 5 of my images best sums up the word 'weather'. You'd think that would be easy enough, but no... I'm seriously struggling! Every time I make up my mind, along comes another thought, another reason why one of the others is more suitable instead, d'oh!

My brother calls this one 'the Eurythmics one' because I called it 'Here Comes the Rain Again... well, snow actually but I don't know a song about that!' It was taken in Glenshee, Perthshire and was about 5 seconds or so from point of impact of the first snow flurries!!



The next, carrying on the the song title theme, is called 'Four Seasons in One Day... or, Somewhere Over the Rainbow... or, Raindrops Keep Fallin' on ma Lens' Again, taken in Glenshee, but this time impact had already occurred and raindrops were indeed falling on my lens! A quick pic of the rainbow and all was packed away for ten minutes until the sun came out again.



This one is just called 'Brrrr!' and was taken, as you can imagine, in sub-zero temperatures up at Laird's Loch by Dundee. The temperature was somewhere in the region of -10 celsius and my fingers were pretty numb by this point. I was enjoying myself though!



Next is 'Cold & Frosty Morning' and was taken on the same trip as 'Brrrr', this being the actual Laird's Loch by Dundee. Sitting at the top of a hill known locally as Tullybaccart, Dundee lies below the hills on the distant horizon. Although not immediately apparent, the loch was completely frozen... as were my toes before I'd finished getting this shot!



Last in my selection, but by no means least, is 'Henry's Kite'. A 10th birthday present, the kite was magnificent and had to be flown, whatever the weather! Moulin Moor above Pitlochry is excellent kite-flying territory so across we went and braved the elements to see the kite soaring it's full height of 100m... or is it 100ft? I never was much use at distance and measurements!! It goes up a very long way anyway!!!

So, these are the 5 images I'm trying to decide from, which one best describes the weather? Hmmm, I still can't make up my mind!

Rebecca, x

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