Delightful assistants venture into the Trossachs

The delightful assistants have both had birthdays in the past week.

To celebrate their continued survival I took them to the Trossachs, a popular picturesque area north of Glasgow.

Our ultimate destination was Stronachlachar on the shores of Loch Katrine, but we stopped en route for a bit of fresh air at the smaller Loch Arklet. It was incredibly quiet.

Loch Arklet, the TrossachsThe road between the village of Aberfoyle and the small settlement of Stronachlachar is less than 12 miles long. If it had been smoothly finished and reasonably straight it would have made for a very pleasant drive. However, it was neither smooth nor straight. Parts of it constituted the worst bits of road I’ve ever driven along.

The up side of this was that it made arriving at Stronachlachar in one piece feel like quite an achievement.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAs the signs in the above photograph suggest, the building on the left of the picture contained a tearoom. I won’t go into details about it because I had a dodgy stomach after my lunch there (I can’t say for sure that it was a result of what I ate, but you know how it is, connotations and whatnot). One thing I will say in its favour is that it served up very nice Lady Grey tea in a stylish little teapot .

Lady Gray at the Pier, StronachlacharBefore lunch I took the assistants on an obstacle-course-for-old-people.

We started off on the level, nice and easy.


The first obstacle was a muddy grass slope. Sticks in hand, they negotiated it without incident.


After trotting around on some bouncy grass they made their way up another slope, much steeper this time and littered with trip hazards.


Delightful assistant no.1 surged ahead, while her spouse took the dangerous decision to rest against a pine tree. (Anyone who remembers reading about their visit to Loch Garten might be able to guess at my anxiety on seeing the pose below.)


Thankfully, both tree and intrepid assistants remained upright.

Back on the flat, delightful assistant no.2 went into the lead and marched off to investigate two poles in the distance.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe poles were in fact tree trunks, complete with curious inhabitants (and, somewhat out of keeping with the otherwise rustic look, a satellite dish).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe obstacle course being at an end, we tottered back to the tearoom for lunch.

Although it was a cold day for May and we were bombarded with heavy hail showers on the way home, we were fortunate to get a bit of sunshine.

Now 86 and 79, the delightful assistants aren’t doing too badly, I’d say.

The Delightfully Dynamic DuoIncidentally, on an administrative note, if you happen to have this blog bookmarked as, that address won’t work in a few days’ time because I’m not renewing the upgrade required to get rid of ‘wordpress’ in the URL. The blog will, however, continue to function in its freebie state at

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Chess sheep

Chess is not a game I ever really got the hang of.

I vaguely remember being taught how to play it when I was small, but it was a bit too cerebral for my liking. I was more of a draughts/noughts and crosses/hangman sort of child.

Recently, in a gallery (which was also a tearoom, and I admit that I went there more for the comestibles than the artwork) I saw something that renewed my interest in chess.

Perhaps if I’d been taught chess with these little chaps I would remember now how to play it. (Apologies for the glare, they were behind glass.)


The board and sheep pieces are needlefelt and the whole delightful lot could be yours for the bargain price of £135.

I especially like the bishops.

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Delightful assistants disappear

One sunny spring afternoon delightful assistants no.1 and 2 arrived at Abernethy Forest for a health-giving walk in the fresh air. They set off to explore the area around beautiful Loch Garten.


A strange thing started happening as they walked through the forest.


Slowly but surely they began taking on the appearance of their surroundings, camouflaging themselves like flounders on a sandy seabed,



until, eventually, they became entirely invisible.


As they moved out of the trees they spotted a rock on a little beach. Maintaining invisibility had been exhausting work and they needed to rest and get their strength back. They sat on the rock and gazed out across the loch in the sunshine,


and revived themselves for the next leg of their adventure.


Back in the forest, delightful assistant no.2 went to take a closer look at the bark on one of the trees. Despite his advancing years, he often doesn’t know his own strength and he had barely laid his hand on it when there was a terrific crash. Delightful assistant no.1, who hadn’t been paying much attention to his movements, was horrified to see the cause of the disturbance.


‘Oops!’ A contrite delightful assistant no.2 owns up to his misdemeanour.

Thinking they’d better leg it pretty sharpish, they moved swiftly away from the scene of the crime.


After a while they became tired and needed to stop for a rest. Just at the right moment an attractive looking seat appeared.


After the tree incident they were slightly nervous about sitting on the seat. Would it stand up to their combined strength?


They decided to risk it, and sat down rather gingerly.


Thankfully, all was well. The seat was made of solid stuff and the assistants were able to relax nicely.


Having had a good rest they got up and made their way back to where they’d left the car.

As they walked along a capercaillie popped up out of the woods. Next to the capercaillie was a small perch upon which a visitor might rest awhile. Very gently, being careful not to knock the poor bird over, delightful assistant no.2 sat down.


He spoke softly to the bird, assuring it that he meant it no harm.


The capercaillie seemed to welcome the attention and the two of them became firm friends.


The delightful assistants arrived home that evening having thoroughly enjoyed their visit to Abernethy Forest, but I think I’m going to cut back on the amount of spinach I give them from now on, just to be on the safe side.


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The delightful assistants and I lunched out today at the consistently excellent Gloagburn Coffee Shop near Perth.

Gloagburn coffee shop

Gloagburn Coffee Shop near Perth.

After enjoying fairly substantial main courses we all felt inclined to finish off with a pudding.

Delightful assistant no.1 went for a fresh fruit pavlova. Although it’s not shown in this picture, there was a little jug of pouring cream on the side. She slooshed the cream over the pavlova and polished it all off nicely.


Fresh fruit pavlova (with hidden jug of pouring cream).

Delightful assistant no.2 chose an apple and almond cake, nobly refusing the offer of cream or ice cream to accompany it.


Moist and almondy apple and almond cake (no cream).

I was the only one who had a good look at the cake counter, but I did what I always knew I would do and went for a scone. On this occasion it was a fruit scone, served with butter and raspberry jam.


Fruit scone with butter and raspberry jam (I was offered cream in place of the butter, but I thought of my arteries and declined).

We chatted away companionably during our savoury courses but, as delightful assistant no.1 has often remarked, conversation tends to cease during pudding, and so it was today. I, for one, was lost in a sort of scone-filled paradise, concentrating solely on the delicious morsel on my plate.

When it comes to awarding points for things I usually like to leave a little room for improvement, so that a really good example of something might only get 8 or 9 out of 10. However, this scone was so utterly magnificent that, despite coming hot on the heels of a baked potato, I am unable to award it anything less than the full 10/10.

When I mentioned this to delightful assistant no.2 he suggested that I had been in ‘scone nirvana’. I couldn’t have put it better myself.



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Daffodils and chocolate

Last April I happened to pass a large patch of beautiful daffodils outside Strathtay Parish Church.


Strathtay Parish Church with daffodils.


A carpet of yellow beauties in front of Strathtay Parish Church.

Strathtay is a pretty little village situated in Highland Perthshire. I’ve often thought that if I had a spare million or two I wouldn’t mind taking a leaf out of J K Rowling’s book and splashing out on one of the local mansions.

The area is one of the destinations the delightful assistants and I often seek out, particularly in the warmer weather, and the fact that the neighbouring village of Grandtully contains an award winning chocolate shop and cafe is certainly an additional lure.


A well filled cup of hot chocolate at Legends of Grandtully.

It’s not only daffs that Strathtay is good for either. Come May the roadside banks break out in a profusion of bluebells.


Bank of bluebells in Strathtay.

One of my aims for the year is to visit Strathtay in both April and May and get some more snaps of spring flowers. As it happens I also have what could be considered a voucher for the chocolate shop. On a recent birthday I received a note from the delightful assistants. I’ve got it stuck on my pinboard to remind me of pleasures to come.


The difficulty of how to spend this voucher has been bothering me for the past week (a pretty pleasant sort of bothering, I admit). I’ve considered several of my favourite chocolate treats, but I haven’t yet been able to make up my mind.

In any event, while I mull over this important decision I think a trip to Strathtay might be in order. It’ll be a while yet before the daffs appear, but thankfully the chocolatier and cafe are open all year round.


Strathtay Parish Church hiding behind trees and daffs. Chocolate just out of sight.

Categories: Chocolate, Daffodils, J K Rowling, Perthshire, Photography, Scotland | Tags: , , , , , | 26 Comments

Intriguing sights no.7

There is a field near where I live that is surrounded by a wire fence, as pictured below.


I don’t know if you noticed, but attached to a rope near the top of the fence is what looks to me like a snail hanging by its shell.


I’ve walked past the fence innumerable times, and every time I pass this section of it I’m surprised anew to see the snail. It’s been there for years, the same snail in the same position.


As intrigued as I am to think that a snail could a) hang onto a rope in this manner, and b) remain there for years on end, I’m even more intrigued to find that it isn’t in fact a snail at all.


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What to do on a cold day in January

At the end of January last year the delightful assistants and I took ourselves off to one of the surprising number of large parks surrounding the city of Glasgow. We opted for one of the smaller ones, Calderglen Country Park, in the town of East Kilbride about 8 miles southeast of Glasgow.


One of Calderglen’s many attractions: a play park with impressive wooden structures.

The ‘glen’ in the name refers to a wooded river valley which extends for over 3 miles. The waterway that cuts through the glen is a tributary of the River Clyde that flows through Glasgow. As it passes through the park it goes by the unfortunate name of Rotten Calder River. Undeterred by the somewhat offputting name, we toddled along the riverside paths taking in the glen’s natural wonders.

We crossed bridges,


Delightful assistant no.2 descending the steps towards South Bridge in Calderglen Country Park.

watched water dribbling down rockfaces,


admired clusters of snowdrops,


and bark patterns on trees,


and marvelled at the glen’s interesting geological structures.


Delightful assistants drawn towards big lumps of rock.

It was such a bitterly cold day that we didn’t want to stop moving for fear of freezing to the spot. I did, however, manage to get the delightful assistants to pose in front of a small weir, a place at which delightful assistant no.1 was particularly pleased to find herself feeling taller than usual.

An illusion, dear readers.


Thankfully, there was a cafe close to where our riverside walk ended and we retreated there out of the cold.


We ordered tea and toasted sandwiches.


One particularly joyous aspect of the toasties was that they were triple decker.


I should imagine that in the warmer weather Calderglen Country Park would be a popular place with families. As well as the riverside walks and play area, the park contains ornamental gardens, a small zoo, glasshouses, a golf course and a gift shop.

If it weren’t for the fact that there are so many other parks to be explored I might well go back to Calderglen for another visit. It was certainly a pleasant surprise and an excellent resource for the community of East Kilbride.


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The world’s biggest hedge

About 5 miles along the main road south from where I live there stands a colossus of the botanical world.

The Meikleour (pronounced M’kloor) beech hedge is believed to be the tallest and longest hedge in the world.

Planted in 1745, this year it celebrates its 270th birthday.


A bit of foliage, but not just any old bit of foliage.

The hedge is about a third of a mile long and has an average height of 100ft (varying from 80ft at one end to over 120ft at the other).

It’s looked after by the Meikleour Trust and, according to the information board nearby, “it is cut and remeasured every ten years utilizing a hydraulic platform and hand-held equipment, a complex operation which takes 4 men approximately 6 weeks”.

In the autumn the hedge can look spectacular, with leaves of red, orange and yellow. I’ve yet to get photos of that but at the end of May 2014, while it was all green and leafy, I toddled along there early one morning before there was much traffic about.


Meikleour beech hedge looking south along the A93, Perthshire, Scotland.



Meikleour beech hedge looking north.


Meikleour beech hedge with a car for scale.

Close to the hedge is the small village of Meikleour where, as it happens, the delightful assistants once lived. I had parked there, and as I was walking back to the car several deer leapt out at me. After legging it across the road they ended up in a field. They were such delightful creatures that despite the poor quality of these photographs, I thought I’d pop them in anyway.




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Merry Christmas

This summer, when I took a break from blogging, I was expecting to spend a few months concentrating on writing fiction. When my brother Fergus went missing in September those plans went awry.

Having a member of your family suddenly disappear without trace has a range of unexpected repercussions. It’s now over three months since Fergus vanished in Switzerland and we still don’t know what happened to him, or indeed whether he’s alive or dead. It’s strange being in limbo, not knowing if he will ever come back, but sadly after this length of time I’ve come to the conclusion that he won’t.

For the past few weeks my dad and I have been going down to Edinburgh as often as we can to try and sort things out at Fergus’s flat. There is much to do and I imagine that this situation will dominate our lives well into the coming year.

Although I have been visiting tearooms during this process, I haven’t had the energy or inclination to photograph and review them. However, as a small distraction for myself I’ve set up a new blog called Any old excuse.

On this new blog I aim to review at least one item of chocolate-based confectionery a week. 

Tea and chocolate, two of the things that make life worth living.

Click on the picture above to find chocolate posts in 2015.

I appreciate that reading reviews of chocolate isn’t everyone’s idea of a good way to spend their time, especially if they don’t actually get any chocolate out of it. I’ve disabled comments to make it easier for me to manage, but if you ever feel like dropping by it would be lovely to have your company.

In the meantime, to all my wonderful fellow bloggers, readers and chums:

A very happy Christmas and new year,
and many good things to come in 2015.

Six wee dogs hoping for Christmas treats under the tree.

Six little dogs hoping for Christmas treats under the tree.

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Fergus McInnes

By brother, Fergus McInnes, went missing in Geneva, Switzerland, on Tuesday 9 September 2014.

Fergus Facebook profile photograph hillwalking

Fergus walking in the hills, one of his many hobbies.

He was due to attend a work conference in the Swiss town of Martigny the following day, and to meet his colleagues that evening for a meal.

He boarded the 09:35 EasyJet flight at Edinburgh airport and was seen on CCTV in Geneva airport around 13:00, where he bought a train ticket that we believe was a return to Martigny.

Nothing has been seen of him since.

He did not arrive at the meeting point that evening to go for a meal, he did not check into his hotel room and he did not appear at the conference. He also failed to catch his return flight to Edinburgh on 11 September.

His mobile phone has not been switched on since he switched it off for the flight, nor has he checked his emails since the morning of Tuesday 9 September. The last bank transaction he made was the purchase of a train ticket in Geneva airport when he used a debit card.


CCTV picture of Fergus at Geneva Airport on 9 September 2014.

One of his colleagues who attended the conference in Martigny reported him missing to the Scottish Police, and they launched a missing person inquiry. Shortly after that it became a separate Swiss inquiry, and both inquiries are ongoing.

We are all utterly mystified about his disappearance and, with a lack of clues about where he might have gone or what might have happened to him, we fall back on endless and wide-ranging theories.

Friends of his have set up a blog called Missing Fergus McInnes, to keep people updated on the investigation into his disappearance. You can get to it by clicking on the blog name below:


Missing Fergus McInnes


They are monitoring all comments, and passing anything that might be relevant on to the police.

Fergus headshot 2009

It’s now been over three weeks since he disappeared and, despite media campaigns in Switzerland and France, as well as in the UK, there is no indication of where he might be.

The blog contains a list of unanswered questions, which we dearly wish we could get answers to.

The police in both Switzerland and Scotland are doing all they can to discover what happened to him after he was last seen in Geneva.

We remain hopeful of a good outcome.

Family lunch at Flora's July 09_1

Family gathering (Fergus top left).


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