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The Kenmore resort is on land that was once a part of Taymouth Castle. |
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Loch Tay |
Although the Highland Safari and Red Deer Centre website said breakfast was available, it wasn't. Thankfully, their chef was already in the kitchen and whipped a few sandwiches for us before our Barn Owl and Red Deer experience. The Centre is in Dull, near Aberfeldy.
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I did not try this!!!!! |
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A West Highland White Terrier never saw a Scottie, however. |
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Our chef |
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Ossian, the barn owl was rescued several years ago and is used in educational talks. A beautiful bird |
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Yes, we were allowed to feed the deer. Ooh, what fun. Very friendly deer.
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Hi! Nice camera, American lady |
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A respected senior citizen |
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The antlers are soft. |
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Many whisky distilleries in Scotland!!! |
It was a beautiful drive from Aberfeldy to Braemar. It was in Pitlochry when I noted a message on the car's dashboard about tyre (tire) pressure. At the time, Alison was not concerned as the car was new. She had bought it a few months earlier. The goal was to find a gas station on the way to Balmoral.
There were no gas stations from Pitlochry to Braemar. We pulled into the Gleaner station in Braemar several later. Turns out the left front tire was punctured. I am astonished that we made it safely to Braemar.
The tire could not be repaired at the station on a Sunday, which meant that the Balmoral visit was in danger ... several miles down the road. Michael and Alison were determined to get me to the castle ... they could come at another time. I asked every person who came into the station for gas if they were heading to Balmoral. Explained the issue numerous.
Louis and Sandra were getting gas and they said yes. They had just come from a service at Crathie Church and have a home in Braemar. They drove me to the castle and gave me their phone number in case I needed a ride back. Meanwhile, Alison and Michael dealt with the insurance company and the Mini dealership.
I had a screenshot of the ticket as it was for three people. The people at the Visitor Center were awesome. I explained the situation and had no issue getting in. I left Michael and Alison's names with the person checking tickets if -- and I hoped - when - they got to Balmoral. Alison still had the original tickets on her phone.
It is a good walk to the Castle. You walk through several gardens including the Kitchen Garden. The King is adding at least one more garden (under construction) and a maze.
After you walk through the gardens, the castle comes into view, and what a view. I was a month too early for the first tours of several rooms that had never been open to the public. The only room I saw was the Ballroom which featured an exhibit of the King's watercolours and clothes worn by the King, Queen Elizabeth II, and the Queen Mother at Balmoral.
Photographs were not permitted in the ballroom.
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Garden Cottage - where Queen Victoria wrote her journals. |
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Expansive farmland - - facing this, the castle is behind me. |
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One of the King's sheep. A cute sheep. In fact, there are many, many sheep in Scotland. This includes a small number of ba ba black sheep. So many to count, which allowed me a good night's sleep. |
After visiting the ballroom, I headed to the cafe for a bottle of water and an ice cream. A new restaurant was under construction. It opened earlier this month, My next stop was the Balmoral shop where I bought a guidebook, postcards, and a Christmas ornament.
Throughout the day Michael and I texted each other about updates. It was now unlikely that they would make it to Balmoral. Alison was on the phone with her insurance company and Mini to have the tire prepared as soon as possible.
I walked along the River Dee heading toward the Princess Alice Memorial and the pet cemetery, where it started to rain.
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The cafe featured a selection of royal photographs. |
One can imagine the late Queen walking by the Dee on a summer afternoon, perhaps alone, or with family members. It is a calming walk.
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The Princess Alice Memorial. Princess Alice (1843-1878) was Queen Victoria's third child. She married Grand Duke Ludwig IV of Hesse and By Rhine. |
From the Alice memorial, I walked to the pet cemetery, which includes the grave of Noble, one of Queen Victoria's dogs.
The rain began falling again but stopped as I headed toward the main path to walk to the exit, again passing the River Dee. Behind the cafe and the restaurant under construction are several small houses. One house had several dogs playing in a fenced-in yard.
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This chocolate lab was very interested in meeting me. |
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Another bird I do not l know |
Michael and Alison were still at the gas station, waiting for the tow truck to take the car to Aberdeen. I was not sure how I was getting back to the gas station. Michael texted me that Louis and Sandra had returned to the gas station and were waiting with them. Another text from Michael: Louis and Sandra were on their way to pick me up.
I cannot thank these two people enough for their kindness. Instead of heading to the gas station, Louis and Sandra drove me to Crathie Church (outside Balmoral's grounds). The church was closed but we walked around it, with Louis pointing out different things, including the door where the royal family enters. It is understood that Crathie Church will be closed for some time due to major renovations. The date for this is unknown because the Church of Scotland has to acquire the funding for the repairs.
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Sandra and I outside Crathie Church. |
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The door where the Royals enter the church. It is on the side of the Church, not the front door. |
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Louis pointed out Lochnagar mountain, which is on the Balmoral estate. Charles III wrote a children's book, The Old Man of Lochnagar. The mountain is about five miles from the River Dee. |
We drove back to the gas station. Of course, I needed to use the loo, but the gas station closed at 5 p.m. The manager, Gladys, also remained with Michael and Alison. There were a few bushes where I could go, but Louis suggested the Fife Arms, a local hotel.
A room at the Fife Arms starts at about £600 per night, The hotel was once a home owned by the first Duke of Fife, who married Princess Louise, Princess Royal, eldest daughter of King Edward VII and Queen Alexandra.
The tow truck and taxi arrived as we returned to the gas station. The taxi provided by the insurance would take us to Aberdeen airport where a rental car was waiting for Alison. The car's tire would be replaced in a garage in Aberdeen.
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Gladys, Sandra, me and Alison and the mini Photo by Michael Rhodes |
We said our goodbyes and many thank yous to Louis, Sandra, and Gladys for everything they did for us in Braemar. We never got to Mar Lodge or eat in Braemar, but the trip will remain unforgettable.
While I was at Braemar another car pulled into the gas station. Engine trouble I think. Turns out the driver of that car was the piper at the Queen's funeral ... the one who played at the end at Windsor and walked off into the darkness. Michael and Alison got to talk with him as he waited for his dad to pick him up, Gladys told us she has known him since he was a "wee lad."
It took an hour or so to get to Aberdeen Airport. Eventually, we were back on the road to return to Kenmore, but we needed to find a place for dinner. Most roadside stops close early on a Sunday, but then Alison spotted the Golden Arches!
I had to break my rule about not eating in a McDonald's outside the United States. This Mickey D's was in Forfar. It was close to 9 pm by the time we were able to order, sit down, eat, and relax after a rough day.
Back at Kenmore for the night. Day 3 in Scotland awaits
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Michael and Alison Rhodes. |
Michael and Alison were happy that I made it to Balmoral. They have plans for their own trip.
4 comments:
The bird you didn’t know, with the spotted breast is a thrush. They’re not as common as they used to be and are known for bashing snails on rocks to eat them.
thanks -- I only know some British birds.
Your storytelling and photojournalism are captivating. I love the photo of the pack of dogs behind the cafe and restaurant and the photo of the Gleaner gas station. Very insightful and entertaining!
I thought it must be a thrush. It strongly resembles a juvenile American Robin, which is a thrush, quite unlike the European Robin. Early settlers must have been quite homesick to name it that!
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