The river Dochart was really low in the dry spell we had making the falls of Dochart no more than a stream. Not good for the tourists who flock to see them. Now they are getting their moneys worth because of all the rain the river is flowing and the falls are looking as good as they get. Happy tourists although they moan about the rain.

We took Bertie out for a run again at the start of June and then stopped on the site down in Killin so we could go out for a few beers and a bite to eat with the crew down there. A great night was had by all. And then the next morning as I looked out the window there on top of the mountains was snow. It was the fourth of June.

Scrufty has continued to visit the feeders and he looks more normal now his winter coat has gone and the other day there was a friend of his on the feeders also so we had two red squirrels around. One seemed to think he was an Australian though and got in the most weird position just to get some food.

Aussie Tufty

About twenty minutes drive from here is a cafe called Mhor 84. It’s a cafe, bar, restaurant, motel. We were going out for the day so decided the first stop would be there for breakfast. I had already looked at the menu on line so knew what I was having. It’s a really nice place and the staff are very nice also.

After eating our breakfast Nikki noticed some nice cakes so we just had to have a cake each to take away. We were going to be out for a while so we had to have something in reserve. Our next destination was to see Rob Roy’s grave at Balquhidder.

Rob Roy was an outlaw and a hero, not very famous unless you live in Scotland. His grave is in the Balquhidder church grounds with his wife and two sons.

Rob Roy’s grave

It’s a lovely old church and as we pulled into the parking spot a guy who looks after it said it was open if we wanted to look inside. I love old churches and the thought of all the people that have passed through the doors over the years.

Inside looking towards alter
Upper gallery

After leaving the church we headed out to Loch Katrina where a steam powered boat does tours on the loch. There is another boat that does a shorter tour. It’s a nice scenic drive to get there and then when you get there you wonder how the coaches etc get there but they have come the same way, just lucky we didn’t meet any on route.

Some great photo opportunities so I was happy. Nikki had a slow walk around and a sit on a bench with a view while I opted to go up to the scenic watchtower. A few steep steps and some boardwalk and you get to the tower and look out over the loch.

Scenic watchtower
View from tower

Sir Walter Scott was using rowing boats on the loch and then a steamer. The steamer is called Sir Walter Scott and does the two hour tour. I was lucky to get photos as it came into view coming back from its tour.

Here it comes
The steamer Sir Walter Scott

After a stroll around and a sit down we headed off to a parking spot overlooking another loch to eat our cakes and very nice they were too. I won’t show you photos of them because I don’t want you dribbling on your laptop.

Harbour area

Yesterday we went for a walk from the site. Across the field avoiding the cows and a big bull, and around the golf course and around the edge of Loch Tay, along the old railway line, past the falls of Dochart and back through Killin and then up the hill back to site. We don’t normally use the road to get back but we thought we would give it a go. Not much traffic and Nikki found it easier than coming back up the hill via the golf course and field. She just doesn’t like hills full stop.

The field on the way down was covered in meadow buttercups and other wild flowers and looked fantastic and we also saw some other nice purple flowers.

So that’s us up to date. I am off out on my bike soon. The weather is set to cheer up from tomorrow but not as hot as the rest of the country but will still be nice. And Saturday is the longest day so the nights will start to draw in. And we only have about 12 weeks work left.

Meadow buttercups
Loch Tay
Plume thistles
Close up of Plume thistle.