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At 55 now, I still have wonderful memories of old Balintore, enough to write a book, too many to write on here. I grew up in Balintore in the 60's and early 70's and would trade all my worthy possessions to re live those days. I remember the old worthies of the village, my favourite Steet, Ann Inksters father, he (...Read full memory)
Davie Skinner, Bank ST, Balintore would take me for walks up at the back of Balintore and sit among the yellow broom and look over the Moray Firth. He would tell me stories of the salmon fishing. We would then walk down to the harbour point and watch folk fishing for souyans. We then would go up to "The Sheddie" and sit with all the old worthies putting the world to rights.