We’ve had such a whirlwind (literally) five days driving and trekking all over western Scotland, and I’ve had five days of getting in to the nuts and bolts of my new camera, so my posts are going to be a bit photo heavy for the next little while. I know you don’t mind. At least, you don’t mind if you’re my Mom, who is my biggest reader. Hi, Mom!
Our first stop was in Comrie, where we spent a couple of days with Brian’s sister and her family and ate our weight in candy. In between handfuls of vanilla fudge and chocolate raisins, we went for a hike.
The more time we spend in Scotland, the more I want to just buy a proper set of trekking gear and stay out there forever.
I’d probably change my mind some time around the beginning of October, when my toes go numb and the sun starts spending a lot less time in the sky, but until then? It is stunning out there.
Just minutes from their house there are trails through the forests and hills. Some of them raised above the rugged bits, some of them leading to roaring waterfalls,
some of them taking you past herds of sheep,
some of them taking you past purple heather and giant bumble bees,
and some of them through knee high grassland with bubbling brooks.
Scotland is rugged, rough and wild, but there are also some pretty cool conveniences. Thirsty? Why, just stop by our handy little ice cold spring right here on the trail and have a drink.
You don’t even have to bring a cup, we’ll leave a couple for your enjoyment.
Drinking from the Kinkhoast well is rumored to cure whooping cough. I’m not sure if it’s true, but I drank from the well and I don’t have whooping cough, so evidence does seem to support the theory. Your results may vary depending on actual science.
We chose a fairly easy hike for the day since rain was forecast (of course it was, this is Scotland after all), and we ended up with a beautiful sunny morning as we made our way over bridges, down roads, up paths, and through glens and forests.
We only covered maybe three miles, but we hit all kinds of different terrain.
Mossy hills, evergreen forests, rocks, steep slopes, level mud and more.
And to reward us at the top of the peak? The Henry Dundas Monument, which has been here since 1812.
The monument is interesting, but the best part of being on top of that hill was the view. I totally agree with Tom Findlay.
I’m starting to get a handle on all the buttons and dials on my camera (Sony Nex-7), and I’m really enjoying it’s small size. Hiking with my old Canon 40D and it’s heavy lenses was always a bit difficult. This one is much more manageable. My only regret for this hike was that I only brought my fairly wide 18-55mm lens and not my longer 55-210mm, but only because we saw a fox (a wild fox!) up on a hill near the well and my wide lens couldn’t zoom in far enough to capture it.
And how about that rain? We hiked back in to town and stopped for lunch at the local pub where the niece and nephew were working, and within two minutes of arriving there the downpour let loose. We have such good timing!
On the map: Click here to see this location on our Google Map.