Happy Mayday to you all.
This morning the rain was beating down on the van roof, I couldn’t shift the dogs from their nests but eventually their flatulence drove me out for a shower. I came back sparkling bright and smelling of soap to find the little devils had decided it was time to get up. So off we wandered into the woods looking for naked virgins and pagan sacrifices. Scotland must be civilised now….no sign of either the sacrifice or the virgins, no sign of people at all. Ho Hum! Perhaps I’m in the wrong area.
I have always assumed that lake and loch heads are where the water flows in……I have never heard of a lake or loch tail. As two rivers flow into Loch Tay at Killin I am going to call it the loch head.
I usually walk in either wellies or trainers. I was in wellies today but was defeated by this. I wouldn’t want to poke this morass with a stick. Unfortunately both dogs dived in. Filthy they were but they seem to enjoy exploring disgusting places. They deserve to be gobbled up by the beast in the swamp.
Eventually we came out at the Falls of Dochart. Nothing is straight in this image. I have shoved it every which way but the right way. The best views of these falls are from here. I’m standing on a single track bridge with traffic passing an inch away. So are the dogs….they keep under. The tourist cars are worse than the lorries. Trucks wait for us on the wide bit but Mr Geriatric Volvo has not a care for the world but for his car and himself.
Killin Grain Mill. It was built around 1645…..finished on June the 14th 1645 at 11am….Only kidding. It’s now something else but was shut. I like the building but can’t imagine it’s interior holding magic for me.
They have rebuilt the wheel. It appears to be an undershot wheel. It matters not at all as it no longer drives anything. It could be generating electricity but folk prefer wind mills. Sorry about the blurry bits I had to get rid of a giant spotlight. It must be lit up at night from wind mill electricity.
I’m getting used to Scotland. I called at the CO-OP and managed to purchase a bottle of campanology. The first for weeks. They don’t sell drink before ten here. It must be to allow the drunks a lie in. I am usually doing shopping before eight in a morning.
It’s a grand place. I’m moving a mile up the road to avoid the bank holiday weekend. I also fancy taking pictures of nature and not competing with Shortbread Tin images. I enjoy high contrast images and like taking them but enough is enough for a while.
I may or may not have internet when I move. I’ll catch up with comments in the morning before I go.
Have fun and try and be good.