It as been a day for recollection and memories. I first came to the Cairngorms at the tender age of twenty. I can remember ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ was the song in the pubs.
This is my first time in Braemar and if the rain would cease for more than a couple of hours at a time it could be a wonderful place. At least there is little wind with the rain.
The Butchers Braemar. Good pies and good haggis. The town has everything, a CO-OP, a convenience store and a superb privately owned mountain clothes shop. I spent my pension cheque with them. I got a new pair of Meindl approach shoes; Oh, the luxury of having dry feet and grip. I also got a pair of Mammut trousers. The posh ones that dry automatically as one wanders along. Great for rain, sleet and incontinence. Whilst in this wonderful emporium I also got some new anti-ice slip ons’ for my shoes. Little sign of ice yet but it is early days.
So sad, the eldest twenty five and the youngest nineteen. I like the fact that they have erected this reminder of the futility of war. Canadians, Australians, New Zealanders and British all lost family in this accident
Braemar is heavy on churches and thankfully light on wind farms and power lines. It did cross my mind that Queeny has a house down the road called Balmoral. Don’t be silly Adrian. It’s just pure chance that Queeny would object to the erection of the odd wind mill. She can’t be that small minded surely. I have heard odd rumours that Queenies great grandmother was having an affair with a peasant up here. If one were to believe such scandal then Immoral castle would be a better name. Shame on me, I don’t know where such cynicism comes from.
No internet here so part two will follow. Part two could be in front of part one. I will try and get them in chronological order.
Have fun.
