Pitlochry, River Tummel c.1963
Photo ref: P189625
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A Selection of Memories from Pitlochry

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For anyone remembering Fearnan: At last! A masterfully crafted short history of the beautiful hamlet of Fearnan in the Perthshire Highlands, has been recorded for posterity by Ian McGregor This once vibrant crofters' village nestled on the shores of Loch Tay where I grew up during the war, has been all but passed over and lost in the mists of time. But now it's ...see more
My people were tinkers of the road. Power, Riley, Macarthur, O'Connor, Macallister and a few I have no knowledge of. Generations had mended tin, woven baskets, bunched broom and heather, one to sweep the floor the other to scour pots. In 1847 some left Ireland during the famine, with a vast knowledge of forestry and horses. They met and married with Perthshire and Argyllshire tinkers. Black Spout ...see more
“I’ll have a very large J&B on the rocks,” the distinguished gentleman gave me his order. “And easy on the rocks,” he added.  I hurried off to the bar and returned with the glass of Scotch.  Dana Andrews looked up and smiled.  “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” he said. “What’s your name?” “Alastair,” I replied. “Do I detect a Scottish accent?” “You do sir,” I replied.   “I’m from Perthshire.” He ...see more