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A Bothy, A Boathouse and a Loch

March 24, 2025

At the end of February I turned 36. I’m not a huge one for celebrating birthdays, but I asked for one thing this year. To be taken on a little day out where I had to plan absolutely nothing. I didn’t want to know where we were going, what needed to be packed, nothing. I wanted to be an empty headed passenger princess.

As someone who is the designated organiser, this was an absolute dream.

We jumped in the car and drove the snow roads through the Cairngorms, stopping to take a few photos along the way (the two at the very end of this post). I always think it’s a bit of a cliche Scotland image to take a photo of a passing place sign but to my defence, the backdrop was very nice and the light was hitting it just right and it’s actually a wind warning sign so it’s ok.

A backpack full of snacks and rolls of film, I was told to follow a gravel footpath that went past a wooden cabin and a stone outbuilding, heading towards the loch.

Coming from the micro climate of freakishly warm, calm weather in Moray to the chilly, breezy weather in the mountains was a bit of a shock to the system on the first section of the walk, but after getting to the destination (a holiday lodge owned by the royal family, with a stone bothy at the rear) the sun was out in time for the walk back and we were sweating.

The bothy itself is just an outbuilding of the main lodge, tucked away behind it. You probably wouldn’t notice it if you didn’t know it was there. I did want to have a look inside but there were a couple of funny-guys having a picnic in there, shouting ‘BOO’ at us when we peeked through the window. Safe to say I thought the place was haunted for a second.

We plonked ourselves a little further up by the river for our own lunch spot, sitting in piles of pine needles while Fox played with branches and begged for bits of our sandwiches.

A pretty good way to spend a birthday.

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“ Glas-allt-Shiel is a lodge on the Balmoral Estate by the shore of Loch Muick in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. In its present form it was built in 1868 by Queen Victoria, who called it Glassalt, to be what she called her "widow's house" where she could escape from the world following the death of her husband Albert, Prince Consort of the United Kingdom. It is now a category B listed building owned personally by Charles III. Adam Watson considered that "Glas-allt-Shiel has undoubtedly one of the most spectacular situations of any lodge in the Highlands.” - Wikipedia

 

Autumn at a Campsite

March 18, 2025

Between 2021 and late 2023 I had a bit of a gap from writing here. I was still taking photographs here and there, documenting small snippets of my life on film, but the habit of writing a few words with every roll had took a bit of a back seat. Life was a little chaotic at the time, and my focus was on about a hundred other things.

Now that the ability to form sentences has returned, I can catch up.

These were shot in October 2023. I was living in my little Eriba caravan, with a full winter awning up on a long term pitch amongst the birch trees. The Talbot motorhome was parked next door to me, looking a little sad to be honest. It started to get a bit neglected towards the end of it’s life with us. Fox was just a few months old and still settling into life with me and life on a campsite. I forget how tiny he was… he was a little guinea pig of a puppy.

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The End of Winter

March 11, 2025

We’re coming to the end of winter… it’s nearly time for us to move on, the weather is changing (although it has been a considerably warmer, brighter winter this time round, up on the Moray coast) and soon I’ll be wandering a new bit of coastline.

When I know I’m leaving somewhere soon, it can be hard not to wish the time away and give in to the itch to see new sights, but I’m reminding myself to enjoy every moment of the bright, mild days in Findhorn.

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