As always, it's great to see old friend visit. It's an opportunity to catch up . . . and to take a romp around the western end of Aberdenshire to see what we can see . . . yaking all the way!
An Aberdeenshire Road in July . . . a bit of a chilly day with the sun sharing the sky with threatening clouds.
The countryside here is very dreamlike . . the clouds being pushed and rolled up in the face of an approaching storm front.
As is always the case when driving around the small roads and farm lanes of Aberdeenshire, there is inevitably a sign point to a castle.
Today it was out good luck to 'discover' Craigievar Castle - the family home of the Forbes clan for 350 years (acquired in 1610).
Craigievar Castle is said to be one of the finest examples of the 'tower' types of castles still remaining in Scotland. We did not take to tour . . . .
Lovely scene.
My scouser friend enjoyed it, but said it was "not really a castle by British standards" but only a "keep." He may have a point.
The grounds were beautiful too . . . with gates, paths and hidden gardens.
Peeking into the castle gardeners cottage.
Craigievar Castle stands on a hill, of course, and has a commanding view of the shire.
Sometimes you spot something interesting from the road and pull over to investigate. As it turned out, this is the early 19th century Ladymill Farm, a candidate for official listing.
With the sunlight coming and going, I had to work fast to get these shots of the charming old farm buildings.
I indulged my fascination with old doors and . . . .
. . . and windows.
This may have been my favorite photo of the day. Scrumptious.
Of course, Ladymill was a mill . . . and a few of the old machine parts were scattered here and there.
I took a walk around the back of Ladymill and was greeted with this vision from a dream: the perfect countryside scene . . light dancing across the fields of green. Extraordinary beauty.
We left Ladymill just ahead of a downpour . . . .and went looking for a place to eat.
There is so much to photograph in Aberdeenshire.
We stopped at several roadside hotels and tea houses but for some unknown reason they all had signs posted saying "Closed on Tuesday." Why? We followed a small road for a few miles to "Leith Hall and Tea Room." We arrived in a driving rain only to discover it was closed too. Leith Hall was a private estate built in 1650. Leith Hall is said to be haunted by a ghost: "The hall is reportedly haunted,[3][7] and has been subject to an investigation by Most Haunted. This ghost is believed to be Laird John Leith III who was killed on Christmas Day in 1763 in Aberdeen at Archie Campbell's Tavern in the Castlegate during a drunken brawl in which he was shot in the head, after he reacted angrily to a fellow diner who accused him of adulterating the grain sold from Leith Hall.[3][7] The ghost of John is said to appear in great pain with a dirty white bandage over his head and covering his eyes, wearing dark green trousers and a shirt.[3] In 1968, one guest awoke during the night to see John in highland dress, his head covered in bloody bandages, standing at the foot of the bed.[3] Other apparitions have also been sighted. Several writers who've stayed at the manor have reported seeing paranormal phenomenon. Elizabeth Byrd wrote about her experiences in her book A Strange and Seeing Time and describes the time that she rented the East Wing of Leith Hall with her husband in 1986.[3] Alanna Knight has also written about her ghostly encounters at Leith Hall."
If you look closely through the trees, sometimes you can see an old castle ruin. Aberdeenshire! This is Corse Castle, c. 1581. We finally decided to drive to the proper town of Huntly where I knew there would be an open restaurant. We did, and it was.
After a fine greasy spoon lunch in a cafe nest to the Huntly Police Station, we consulted the GPS for the nearest distillery . . . it would be a shame for my friend to visit Scotland without going to a distillery. Our luck was good: the GlenDonronach Distillery was nearby. Being too late for the tour and tasting (it closed at 4:15pm!!), we instead took the very helpful gift shop lady's suggestion and bought a mini-bottle of their 21 Year Old Parliament . . . and WOW! Delicious . . . and I do not drink whiskey! My friend IS a whiskey drinker and proclaimed it a 97 out of 100. "Matured in a combination of the finest Oroso and Pedro Ximenez sherry casks for a minimum of 21 years, the 'Parliament' continues the great GlenDronach tradition of offering fruit-laden intensity in its single malts. Bottled at 48%, the 'Parliament' is non chill filtered and of natural color. Highly recommended, even if you do drink whiskey!
After the distillery we headed back home to Aberdeen. We spotted a grand church up on a hillside and went up a farm lane to take a look.
A beautiful road and church. St Margaret's Episcopal Church was built in the mid 19th century by architect William Ramage.
The church had some fine old gravestones.
Wonderful patterned symbol.
There were some broken stones in the cemetery that had had the pieces sweetly leaned against each other.
I couldn't tell if these stones had been vandalized or broken by falling tree limbs.
The view from the cemetery.
It had been a wonderful day of just driving around talking in the car . . . through some of the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Aberdeenshire.