I am not long home after a wee adventure North. My 63 year-old Land Rover did braw!
I travelled North to visit a bridge: the suspension bridge ower the river Ericht.
I stayed at the Bridge of Cally Hotel. Whilst there I read poems by Kathleen Jamie and penned some of my own.
I set off before dawn:
Even in darkness the mile-ometer revealed that many roads had been well-travelled:
Just after dawn I arrived in the City of Perth [where Sian was born]:
I crossed over the river Tay:
I found that a number of once-familiar Perth shops were closed:
But flowers grow:
and blossom:
My grandfather [I called him ‘Grumpa’] was a fruit-grower and travelled from orchard-to-orchard in his Land Rover:
I loved my Grumpa:
The Blairgowrie Advertiser, Tuesday 2nd August 2022:
There is no longer a petrol-pump at the Bridge of Cally:
I was served breakfast by a Ukranian:
A window-pane [pain] of a closed shop in Blaigowrie:
I crossed river after river [and several rivers several times]:
‘Big Ted’ was with me:
A world without bridges would make adventures difficult.
Big Ted then took me to the Haugh of Drimmie Suspension Bridge over the river Ericht:
