Menorise; Saturday Sayings

"This world of ours...must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect."
(Dwight D Eisenhower)

Menootanabootagain - the Northern Explorer

On the Monday, father brought out all his paperwork on geocaches in the area. The nearest one to the cottage was about 2kms, in Skelbo forest. It took a while to get everyone organised - till the afternoon really, but hey, holiday right?! - I drove Little Ren up there (yes it was up hill and along a very windy road), whilst the Macs encouraged the father on foot. He's a sturdier beast than me - I'd've pegged out by the first corner. Mind you, I think he had to be held up in the last stretch and he was certainly keen on sitting at the picnic table with me when he reached!

L-R; Mac2, Mac3, the Father, Mac1






















The Macs were handed the geo-tracker and clues and set off along the forest trail in search, whilst the father and myself let the sun warm our backs and pondered the pond - and the little wood carving companion...























I did actually attempt the trail myself, but after barely 200 metres, it dropped away downhill very sharply - going down is one thing, climbing back up another. (For those unfamiliar with the YAMster, she's got dodgy limbs and touchy spine from life-long arthritis and other nuisances.) It was therefore left up to the younger sibs to do the necessary, and they returned in about 20 minutes, victorious.

It transpired that they discovered there was a fire-road down to where the cache was located, so they walked on back to the cottage whilst I drove the father down to see the spot and take in the view from there.  As you see, marking it as a point of historical interest is stretching things a bit, there being really only a mound of rubble under all that grass!



























...yup... that lump off-centre is the 'ruins'... 














Menootanabootagain - the Northern Explorer

The Sunday of the Mac Clan's holiday dawned dull and windy. Coldy windy. It was still glorious though.








Mac1 and I (and the father) are all the early risers, Macs 2 and 3 not so much... however, they did smarten up a bit as they have both taken up running, following the fine example set by Mac1. Every morning of the holiday they set off together by no later than 9am. Sometimes they arrived back together too...

On that first morning, after their run and brekky, there was a tendency towards jigsaw puzzles and books and snoozes - but Mac1 one and myself wanted a wee bit more, so we drove down to the shore of Loch Fleet to ogle the residents...


















































Being an estuary loch for the river Fleet, this wide, tidal bay is very shallow, with significant channels dividing all the little sand 'islands' which appear as the tide recedes. They have a grand old life! The Eiders were plentiful also...

Down there, we could look back up to the ruins of Skelbo castle, but not having known there would be such, we hadn't realised we could have gone up there to nosy around. Oh well...





















WE lingered along the shoreline for a bit, getting 'arty-farty' with some imaging; Mac1 is about to embark on a 'City&Guilds' certification course in Needlework (she is a great quilter and embroider, felter, you name it) and needs as many ideas as possible for pattern, colour and so on. Nature is a great provider of such.