It is already over 2 weeks since my wee trip to StrathTay , & before the almost mystical adventure of it, seeps deeper into memory , time is overdue to share some of it's imagery . ( Only just now beginning to catch up with the immediate work load I came home too ). Nae complaining !
So having anticipated being on my feet all day in the heat of a bustling craft fair I found instead there was time to contemplate actually revisiting a few old haunts. Real time for meandering ....
of feet & mind , along rivers , across fields , across moorland . It must be 20 years since I've stopped in Blair Atholl ! Lar & I made a bee line for the river and as free as two larks ( tho' nae as nimble to be sure !) dipped & dandered along the shore line ; marvelling at the smoothness , & the art in fault lines in stones in shades of literally gold & silver , rumbling down from Cairngorm . So different from our Torridonian rocks. A feast of imagery to take home for future inspiration .
So many textures , shapes & stories lying within these rocks .................
With not being expected at our lovely host's cottage till early evening , there was time to wander up river a while , among trees in their first verse of leaf , delicate , soft . Beech , larch ,
birch, hazel, ash with tight black buds & pine . The stones continued to mesmerise and I couldn't help seeing a giant frog in the river ........... the light stayed on these 'eyes' for ever ........
& then there was the silly Heilan coo ' eyes' too ,
Rich pickings for our vivid imaginations. We were in a hobbit land with TIME to absorb it .
Who knows what felt art will emerge ..... having now almost restocked on Florries to keep up with the season, getting down to some artistic felt would be great .
SO .. we meandered along as small roads as we could find , linked a scribble I had made on a map years ago with a house an aunt did not buy away above Killiecrankie. ( In hindsight a good move!) and found our way to a very hospitable hillside , up a bumpy track , along an ancient avenue of trees . Seemingly leaving the 21st century firmly away down the valley on the A9 !
Sunday saw us take a leisurely detour via Dalguise to The Scottish Crannog Centre on Loch Tay .
Due to the Etape Bike race using a number of local roads this was the shortest route we could take . But it was no hardship. Strath Tay was giving of it's best in the hot spring day , full of light & colour. This road , usually pretty quiet , needed extra time we had , as it was to all intents & purposes a main road for a few hours .
Back home in Wester Ross , right now we are having another burst of very good spring weather & the North Coast Route 500 is turning into a firm favourite. What will become of our little roads being used & over used , sometimes by travellers whose only intent is to reach Durness before dusk ? But I digress..............
Back to art & the past !
Again it is going on 20 years since I was at The Crannog Centre . We must have been there in it's very early days. Then the reconstructed Crannog stood majestically on the water with Ben Lawers as a fitting back drop . Well Ben Lawers hasn't moved but some how the Crannog has become dwarfed by recent building developments. Big shame !!
However , it remains a cracking good place . The integrity of the project is huge & I am very lucky to have this chance to sell my Florries there. Last year , Les & I attended an international conference , in Dunkeld, on the re introduction of the European Beaver . The introductory speaker of the day was one of senior archaeologists from the Crannog . Captivating stuff it was.
So Lar & I got to travel further back in time, listening to Loch Tay lap around the larch poles , as we sat on deer hides inside the crannog , as swifts flew above us to their nest away from the hot afternoon .
Business achieved , leisure won and spirits lifted as we travelled north gently vis Bohespic & Trinafour as the memories began to meld new with the old.
Our internet is very frail tonight so pictures of The Crannog to follow ..............