Part 3 - Poolewe to Achiltibuie to Home

On Sunday we left Poolewe to go to Achiltibuie. We had to retrace our tracks for a few miles and stopped at the Corrieshalloch Gorge. This was cut by a river running under a glacier a very very long time ago. Now a river runs in the bottom of the gorge with the Falls of Measach visible from a wobbly Victorian suspension bridge. The chasm has 60 metres verticle walls.

The next photo was taken from a layby, later on the road.

We arrived at the Summer Isles Hotel, Achiltibuie, which has a good view of the Summer Isles. That evening we took a walk along the road and on the way back I 'crossed my feet' and fell on my face - literally! I was walking along with my hands in my pockets. I hit my nose slightly, and my chin rather harder. I also damaged my left arm a little and bashed my knee. Later I discovered a painful lower rib, which is still sore - bruised or cracked? If my hands had been free I would probably have broken an arm so was really very lucky. A bag of ice did wonders for my knee and none of it caused any problem for the holiday.

This is a view of Tanara Mor and other Summer Isles. Skye can be seen in the far distance.

One day we headed North to see Kyleskue, where we had hoped to stay. A somewhat more reasonably priced hotel, but the Summer Isles Hotel gave us comfort, good service and excellent food. Kyleskue is in a great site at the end of Lochs Glencoul and Glendhu. The crews of the X-craft mini-submarines trained here in WW2.
This bridge crosses the bottoms of the Lochs. We walked to it in a gale which nearly knocked us off our feet. Taking photographs was very difficult trying to keep the camera still.

We had to go up to Scourie to get fuel but did not have time to go on the 24 very slow miles to the North Coast. There is nothing much more to see there, just the matter of reaching the farthest North!

On the last day we went for a walk on a beach which was not that easy to access. G has a thing

about walking on beaches so that was what we did! Afterwards we went a short way in the opposite direction and were amused by the sheep.
The lamb was looking down at its mates, which it desperately wanted to join, but didn't know how.
The other three were feasting on seaweed, which they love

One afternoon, I went to see a lady who does Hydroponics and organic growing in a very large plastic tunnel. It was interesting to see her plants growing in various different ways. Some were growing in a non-soil medium with their roots reaching down to the water below. Some were in organic raised beds. And there were other methods too. There were very productive tomatoes and strawberries and Courgettes, potatoes etc etc. I have come home with her Herb kit - 4 growing pots to live in a trough, with wicks to take the water up to the plants growing in the special material. I have sown Italian Broad-leaved Parsley, Sweet Basil, Mazuma and a special lettuce. I shall report more on this in the Purple Coo gardening forum.

On Thursday we came home - a long drive back to Inverness, down the A9 to the Erskine Bridge, and so down to Northumberland and home. It is always good to get home to one's own bed but there is also the holiday laundry and catching up in the garden. It now feels as though we have not been away!

Lochewe, Part 2 of the Scottish Idyll

The next morning we said goodbye to Killin. We were heading for the far North West. In order to achieve this we had various options. To go up the West Coast. This would have taken a long time, and we would probably have had to spend a night en route. Go via Fort William - not sensible. So we went east to go west and headed down Loch Tay onto the A9 and up to Inverness. A little way north from there we turned north west and were at last into the mountainous wilderness which took us to the west coast. We arrived at Gareloch at tea-time, so stopped for a cuppa before the few miles on to Poolewe.

The Poolewe Hotel looks down the loch. We were in the annexe, with 2 bedrooms, a sitting room, a bathroom and a kitchen. Yes, you've guessed it, we were in a self-catering appartment on a half-board rate. Good if you can get it. G used the other room as a dressing room and we were able to spread ourselves in a lovely untidy manner. The food was of a very high standard and we ate far too much but really enjoyed it.

On Thursday, we went to the famous Inverewe Gardens, which were visible from the Hotel.

Half the Wall Garden, looking east

An ancient Eucalyptus tree, which had fallen and then grown upwards.

These are two of a number of pictures taken there. We went round on our own in the morning, had lunch and then I did the tour with a guide, which was interesting.

In the evenings we walked up the River Ewe, where there was always at least on person fishing.

Gareloch played a very important part in the war. The Russian convoys gathered there with their escort before heading out to the North of Russia. A terrible number of the men who sailed from here never returned. There was a submarine net across the mouth of the loch, from the north side to an island to the south side. On the south side there were a great many gun emplacements.

It is here that a memorial to the men who were lost was placed. Many of the buildings/gun emplacements are still there - somewhat dangerous now but chilling. The men who manned them must have been terribly cold in winter and bored, with no entertainment, no comfort, no luxury. They were not in danger but what they suffered was pretty bad all the same.

On the third day, we re-visited Gareloch, to walk down the peninsular and find the beach, beyond the golf course.

Here endeth the second stage of the holiday. The third should follow tomorrow!

Holiday in Scotland Part 1

Nearly a fortnight ago, G and I headed up North. Our aim was the far North West but we were to break our journey in Killin where we were to stay in a B & B. We got there in good time so were able to visit old friends for tea. I had visited the house once, many, many years ago, but did not recognise it at all on arrival. The reason became clear when I saw a picture of it before the present member of the family took it over. It was more that twice the size! They had removed a very large addition that had been built on - 24 rooms, if I remember rightly. The resulting mix of the original house and a small addition make an interesting and unusual house. The centre is the very large kitchen, where we had our tea, which has that wonderful feeling of the centre of a family, even when that family is scattered around the country.

From there we went to a certain house with a chain-saw in it. This is very much a part of Purple Coo, which will mean little to anyone from outside reading it. We were met by a handsome Happy Snappy. His wife was in the Studio with a Wizzard. It was sooo exciting to meet the people who made our site (Purple Coo) two years or so ago. In the studio where so many of the pictures that I had seen on their web site and one that resides here, at home. They are even more breath-taking in real life. When you see all Westerwitch's pictures you simply can not be surprised that she got such a great response from the judges a day or two later. Their latest idea of putting pictures on glass is brilliant when you see it with back lighting.

Happy Snapper treated us to a terrific supper and I never heard a smoke alarm, though he assured us it had gone off, while we were in the studio. Actually I thought it was only WW who set it off. It was good too to meet the Wizard, a very interesting person, who takes a quiet seat on the Coo, but who is of great value as part of the team.

And our beloved Head Mistress? I think she was much as I had imagined, having seen the odd photo. But it means so much more when you have seen/hugged the real flesh and bones!! One thing is for sure - she is dedicated to the site and will do everything in her power to keep it going in a way that suits us all. This is no easy task and takes a great deal of her time. She is lucky to have such superb back-up from HS.

Something is missing here - what is it? I know - it is two four-legged friends. They are lovely and I fell in love with them on sight. It was with sadness that we drove away at the end of the evening, to our B & B and the start of our holiday proper.

Sadly, although I had my camera, no pictures were taken, so none to show on here. There will be plenty on the further episodes of the holiday which should follow tomorrow.

September Garden

When I went out with my camera, I thought there was nothing to look at. In fact I came in with quite a lot of pictures.

First there were my lilies - a little dilapidated but still there and highly scented.

The two-coloured Spireae was a present from Hampshire. The day lily came from nowhere and it is a double. One of those mysteries.

This was the only rose that looked reasonable though there were a lot that were battered.

This old rose has been moved once and now is the only one that is struggling on. It is in front of the 'elephant', a clipped holly.

The hanging baskets, by the back door, have been colourful but have now gone mad. The one by the stable door is very different.

This is a productive little apple - a miniature, not quite as tall as me. It is delicious.

There is a story to this little tree. Some years ago we went to North Cypres and visited Bel Paese, where Laurence Durrel lived for a while before the War. I had read his book - Bitter Lemons - and so asked a drinking place man whether his was the one with the Tree of Idleness under which Laurance and his Cypriat friends had drunk. He reached up and took a couple of seed pods from the tree above his head and offered them to me. 'This is the tree' said he. I took them home and sowed the seeds in a pot and put them in a frame and forgot about them. Two years later I saw that one had germinated. This is the very tree which I treasure. My Tree of Idleness.