Walking in Scotland's 'mist'

16/8/2018


After our customary slow start, a gentle stroll around local shops (including a butcher's shop in one family since 1835), a coffee, we decide the drizzle is not going to stop, or stop us from walking. So we suit up, pants tucked into socks, leather shoes,  sprayed with repellent - to deter lyme carrying ticks- rain jackets on, we head out of the village on one of the well marked trails.

Gentle climbing into a gully beside a tributary to Comrie's River Earn, up to the De'ils (aka devil) Caldron, a tumbling waterfall, dropping down into the Wee Caldron. I am not making this up.
The small valley lies along a woodland, wet, mossy, bracket fungus,  a fallen giant with coins embedded, an oddity to us.

After drying out back in the splendid flat, lunch,  we walk Comrie's streets, some imposing stone homes,  pleasing gardens, many winding lanes. Another coffee (the best so far), then a 7 mile drive to the larger town of Crieff. A House of Tartan selling cloth, kilts. After exploring the family (Jeff's)  connection to a couple of clans, a plaid is chosen, a kilt ordered. You have been warned- special occasions and the kilt may be donned. Personally I think he'll look splendid.

The day ends with dinner back at the flat, and a splash of nettle gin. About time the infestation of nettles in the UK was put to good use.

Comments

  1. Hallidays5 September 2018 at 00:33

    How is it that British ticks carry Lyme, and ours don't? Our diligent border force, or are we in denial?

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