We can get up to 18hrs darkness at the height of winter which is a long time to sit on a perch and not have a good scratch in the grass 🐔
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Duncan Campbell ‘of the Cowl’, b.1550
son: Robert Campbell, 9th of Glenorchy, b.1575
son: John (Iain) Campbell, 10th of Glenorchy b.1606
son: John (Iain) Glas Campbell, 11th of Glenorchy, 1st Earl of Breadalbane b.1633 (who was reputed to own the best wig in Scotland).
This was only going to be a short post about Loch Dochart Castle. Now I am reading about people’s wigs. But his old grandad was equally fussy about his headgear. Does that prove a genetic link?
McNab graveyard at SuieWhere on earth was I? The McNabs… there is an ancient and fascinating little burial ground in Glen Dochart which has a story all of its own. If you’re travelling west, you will have already passed it by the time you get to Loch Dochart. Follow the road back to the east for a couple of miles, and you’ll see it in a field just opposite the Suie Lodge Hotel.
Fast forward to the late 1800s, when the wife of a local landowner, a Mrs Place, used to take guests on boat trips to the island in Loch Dochart, braving nettles, brambles, midges and (she says) strong-smelling beds of wild garlic. She and her friends used to enjoy picnics here, and while Mrs Place was sipping her cordial she allowed her mind to wander over the ruins and imagine what they might look like if they were tidied up. It sounds deliciously like one of Jane Austen’s ‘exploring-parties’.
Anyway, Mrs Place was a lady of action as well as words, and she soon had some of her picnic guests and the two boatmen engaged in hacking away the thick layers of undergrowth that concealed the remains of Loch Dochart Castle. Very soon, they had revealed “a dungeon eight feet deep… with an iron staple fixed in the wall”; the fragments of a jug, which they pieced together; and some quantities of charred bone. Although the fate of the castle leads you to jump to conclusions, there’s no indication of whether this bone was human. Outside the castle were currant and gooseberry bushes, now running wild, and “a real white-heart cherry tree” – faint echoes of an ancient garde
Duncan Campbell ‘of the Cowl’, b.1550
son: Robert Campbell, 9th of Glenorchy, b.1575
son: John (Iain) Campbell, 10th of Glenorchy b.1606
son: John (Iain) Glas Campbell, 11th of Glenorchy, 1st Earl of Breadalbane b.1633 (who was reputed to own the best wig in Scotland).
This was only going to be a short post about Loch Dochart Castle. Now I am reading about people’s wigs. But his old grandad was equally fussy about his headgear. Does that prove a genetic link?
McNab graveyard at SuieWhere on earth was I? The McNabs… there is an ancient and fascinating little burial ground in Glen Dochart which has a story all of its own. If you’re travelling west, you will have already passed it by the time you get to Loch Dochart. Follow the road back to the east for a couple of miles, and you’ll see it in a field just opposite the Suie Lodge Hotel.
Fast forward to the late 1800s, when the wife of a local landowner, a Mrs Place, used to take guests on boat trips to the island in Loch Dochart, braving nettles, brambles, midges and (she says) strong-smelling beds of wild garlic. She and her friends used to enjoy picnics here, and while Mrs Place was sipping her cordial she allowed her mind to wander over the ruins and imagine what they might look like if they were tidied up. It sounds deliciously like one of Jane Austen’s ‘exploring-parties’.
Anyway, Mrs Place was a lady of action as well as words, and she soon had some of her picnic guests and the two boatmen engaged in hacking away the thick layers of undergrowth that concealed the remains of Loch Dochart Castle. Very soon, they had revealed “a dungeon eight feet deep… with an iron staple fixed in the wall”; the fragments of a jug, which they pieced together; and some quantities of charred bone. Although the fate of the castle leads you to jump to conclusions, there’s no indication of whether this bone was human. Outside the castle were currant and gooseberry bushes, now running wild, and “a real white-heart cherry tree” – faint echoes of an ancient garde
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