Scott’s View Perthshire
We decided to go for a long walk today as it was so sunny and bright and crisp. Scott’s View, which is on Dron Hill, near Bridge of Earn, Perthshire, was the chosen walk. Scott’s view is so-called because Sir Walter Scott was very fond of it and referred to it in his book ‘The Fair Maid of Perth’. Two of us were chomping at the bit to get out so we left first and told the other three to catch us up. I had asked Matthew to follow my written instructions in order to detect any weaknesses in my directions. Now my directions have been ahem, amended on at least 10 occasions due to people getting lost. But now I assumed they were perfectly clear. We nipped in to see Grandma and Grandpa on the way past and so weren’t sure if the stragglers were in front or behind us. We went at a brisk trot to catch them up in case it was the former.
You will note in this picture, that there is a fallen tree (look closely). That, my friends, is the ‘loan tree’ referred to in my instructions as a landmark to signal the presence of Scott’s View. As you can see it is not so much a loan tree as a tree on it’s side that nobody could spot unless they fell over it. That may have caused difficulties with the three walkers.
It became clear that they were not in front of us and we couldn’t see them behind us either. Where on earth could they have got to? Maybe the beer they were carrying was weighing them down? Anyway we took a moment to enjoy the peace and tranquillity of the lochan just behind Scott’s View. The sun was starting to sink and was washing the frozen loch in a beautiful milky light. We reluctantly dragged ourselves away, and with a last look over our shoulders at Wally’s view, we set off over the hill towards home. Now this is another common place where my poor visitors have got lost. The path becomes faint, so I changed the instructions to say that the picture below ought to be seen on the descent down the other side of the hill.
The two peaks of The Lomond Hills should be seen clearly from the correct position of descent – except in misty weather, or the dark, of course.
We made it back, freezing cold – the temperature had plummeted. I was wearing all the proper kit and even I was freezing. I started to worry that Matthew, Chris and Princess Iona had got lost due to my pesky directions and sent John out to look for them. Then they appeared, well and happy having consumed a beer or two en route. They did not do the walk completely, but did part of it. I have to confess that my directions have been annotated rather heavily by Matthew and I must change things once more so that my lovely visitors can enjoy the great outdoors without getting lost. Apparently the first line contained inaccuracies that caused confusion.