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Kingussie Holidays

Kingussie always was one of my favourite places as a young boy. My aunt and uncle lived in King Street, near the sawmill and I can still remember the smell of the wood shavings burning.

I loved going down to the station and watching the steam trains, especially the mail expresses as they roared through the station. They dropped off and collected the mail pouches using special equipment on the side of the Royal Mail coach. It was always exciting seeing the postman (sometimes my uncle Donald) arrive and watching the mail being hung from the hook. I knew to expect a fast train and it was sometimes hard to decide whether to stand on the footbridge over the lines or climb on the level crossing gates or just wait on the platform. After all, I was only about 7 or 8 years of age and what better way to spend a couple of hours?

However, Kingussie offered other attractions for... Read more

Farraline Hall

Moved to Farraline Hall, Errogie in 1950 from Leeds. Dad was estate manager. Me and my brother Jeff and sister Jennifer in the back of a 7 ton flat lorry, sat on mattress under canvas in the back of it. I went to Errogie school, had to walk there and back every day. The school then was one room all ages from 4 to 15, one teacher taught us all and all subjects. It was good in winter time as we were snowed in up to 3 months, no school for me and my brother. If the lock was frozen over we took a short cut across the lock on the ice as it was only half a mile across to school, not the 4 mile walk round at Farraline Hall. I had a friend who used to stand in the archway to the now walled garden, just a black figure, he used to run across the road, through the fence, down to the lock side, story was it was... Read more

Glen Affric And Strathglass.

LIFE IN THE HIGHLANDS I have written about Cannich and living in Fasnakyle under the Heading of "Glen Affric". However there is so much to write about my two years living there. It's part of this earth that is for looking at, being in, and absorbing the beauty of. I live in British Columbia in Canada now and have done for many years. BUT Scotland's Highlands have always been calling me back to take in their majesty, beauty and history. I am intrigued by the history of the beautiful big church which appears almost forgotten by time in the tiny village of Fasnakyle. Why was such a large church built for what appears to be such a small community? A man named Donald Mann becsame a wonderful friend to me and my family. He was born in Tomich and worked as a blacksmith there, shoeing horses for the gentry who visited Guisachan House. He'd get called to the house at any time or the day or night to fix a shoe or repair some... Read more

Inverernie

Inverernie lies within the boundaries of Farr and Strathnairn. I remember when people used to call Inverernie by its correct name and not the misspelt 'Inverarnie'. The shop also used to have the correct spelling on display.

However, the biggest change has been the number of new houses which has gone up in recent years. Inverernie used to be good farm land, but now it has plenty of houses with new families coming into the Strath (which is mostly welcomed). Inverernie continues to grow, who knows how big it will become.

Clach Eile Air A'chairn

After many years, I came once more to Kiltarlity and saw again the post office, where my late father and his brother grew up. Robert, the elder, became the post master and lived there until his death. Donald, my father, left at the age of 14 to join the Royal Engineers as a boy soldier of 14 years of age. After 32 years' service, and with both an MC and an MBE, he retired as an acting Lieutenant Colonel and staff officer, Scottish Command.

You see, there was not enough money in the days after World War 1 for my grandmother, a widow whose husband had died in action with the Seaforth's on the Somme, to feed two hungry young mouths.

I saw again the Tomnacross School, where Robert had been beaten like a dog for daring to speak Gaelic.

And I stood in the churchyard to see the grave of my cousin, Donald, named after my father and husband of June, who became, after the... Read more

The Railway Station at Boat of Garten

The Speyside Steam Railway is a Heritage Railway which runs from Aviemore to Boat of Garten. I visited in May 2010 with my wife Elizabeth and sister-in-law Margaret on an organised railway touring holiday of Scotland. I was particularly impressed by the attention to detail given to the way in which the station platforms had been "dressed" at Boat of Garten. There was a "sit up and beg" gent's bicycle, a trolley loaded with milk churns and old fashioned enamel advertising signs for things like Fry's Chocolate and Virol with its pre-war advertising slogan "Schoolchildren need it!". I couldn't resist taking several photographs of the beautiful station as it is such a nostalgic reminder of railways as they used to be - even the platform seats looked traditionally hard and uncomfortable! The railway staff had even planted up tubs of colourful pansies to brighten the platform. You won't find railway porters doing that in the 21st century - actually you won't find railway porters at all... Read more

Re-Dochgarroch

It is said that we all have a Guardian Angel, myself and my good friend Jimmy Fraser certainly had one 58 years ago. At a Hallowe'en party in the Dochgarroch hall in 1954 (I was 7 years old), it got a bit stuffy so I went outside for a breath of fresh air. It was a beautiful moonlit night and I strolled slowly over to the lock gates. As I put my foot out to stand on the last flagstone beside the water I heard a voice shout 'ANDY', I turned around but saw no-one. When I turned again to the canal, what I thought was a flagstone was in fact a reflection in the moonlit water, I would have fallen into the canal between the lock gates and wouldn't have stood a chance. Had that voice not shouted, I wouldn't be here today. 55 years later I was told by my lifelong friend, Jimmy, (he was 10 years old at the time) who lived on the top... Read more

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