Back in England and hanging out three loads of washing, I’m wondering why I feel so tired. Then I check the mileage on the car and discover I’ve driven 1953 miles on this trip. Maybe that has something to do with it!
I haven’t blogged the past few days. The trip south is frankly boring once you get past Stirling and the only thing to do is turn on the radio, point the car south and hold on…
But the first part of the journey was delightful. I took the time to stop in Helmsdale for a walk round the harbour. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages. There was a fine swell on the sea!
The town reflects the impact of the Clearances, folk evicted from the farms they’d worked so efficiently for generations expected to suddenly transform into fisherfolk. Some did, other left for far-flung corners of the globe.
My base for the night was Perth and here I discovered that although it is a beautiful city, I much prefer countryside to town streets. And what came to my rescue was the fabulous gardens and walks situated along the riverside.
The Heather Garden was a particular delight with many varieties I had never seen before.
And there was a wolf hiding in the undergrowth! The white building in the background is the hotel where I stayed.
As I sit at my desk, back in Suffolk, I have so many wonderful memories. It was a great trip and I am so grateful. And yes, I’m longing to go back!