Friday, 22 July 2022

Stirling: Scotland '22 Part 7

The Brooch that Clasps the Highlands and Lowlands Together

21-July-2022

Findochty to Stirling

Scotland
Moray
There was no rush in the morning, so when we were good and ready, we left Findochty and set out on our 170 mile journey south to Stirling. A cross-country trip would take us to the A9, not the fastest of trunk roads, and some 3½ hours later, according to Google would deliver us to our destination. But we have been up and down the A9 several times, so instead of tapping ‘recommended route,' I tapped ‘alternative route.’

We travelled from Findochty on the Moray Coast to Stirling
The Cairngorms is the large green splodge lying right in the way

The alternative route via Braemar is 16 miles shorter, but goes straight(ish) through the Cairngorms National Park, not round it like the A9. Google thinks it takes half an hour longer – rather over-estimating the speed a sane person drives on twisting, narrow (sometimes ‘single-track,’) roads.

The Cairngorms contain all the highest mountains of the British Isles, except Ben Nevis, at 1,345m (4,413ft), the highest of them all, which is something of an outlier. Perhaps oddly there was little mountainous to see from the road.

Into the Cairngorms

All the land north and west of the Great Glen, the geological fault running NE across Scotland from Fort William to Inverness, is in the Highland Council District. This is neat, tidy and has a natural boundary, but the Highland District bulges across the Great Glen to include part of the Cairngorms National Park, largely the part with the mountains. I suppose it would be odd if most of Scotland’s highest peaks were not in the Highlands, but to my tidy little mathematical mind, it feels unsatisfactory.

Perhaps that's a mountain down there.
Not all the roads in the Cairngorms are twisty

Braemar


Aberdeenshire
There was no sign suggesting our route ever entered the Highlands, and when we descended south of the main massif into Braemar, we were definitely in Aberdeenshire.

Braemar, nestled in the hills beside the River Dee, is a remarkably pretty village, in the way most Scottish villages aren’t. Obviously affluent, and with the buildings and streets cheerfully bedecked with flowers, Braemar is 10 miles from Balmoral Castle, the summer home of the queen.

Lunchtime had arrived, so we stopped for a cup of tea and a sandwich at the café in the rather splendid Duke of Rothesay Pavilion in the Highland Games Centre. Then we went to look at the stadium.

Braemar Highland Games Centre. If I had told them I was coming, there might have been a crowd

Highland Gatherings (or Games) claim to be descended from events held in the reign of Malcolm Canmore (r1058-93) but are largely a 19th century invention and the wearing of kilts and tartans a reaction to their being banned a couple of centuries previously after the Jacobite Rebellion (1745).

Wikipedia gives the impression that Highland Gatherings were now largely an American occupation. Not so, there are 24 major games held in Scotland every year during spring and summer. There are competitions in running, ‘heavy events’ like throwing weights for distance or height and tossing the caber, as well as cultural events like Highland Dancing and playing the bagpipes (is that really cultural?).

Braemar is not the biggest event, but it is the one attended every year by the Queen. [Update: though sadly not in 2022. The Queen was unwell and died, aged 96, some five days after the games were held.] I am not a natural royalist, but it is hard not to admire someone who took an oath to do something in 1952, and kept on doing it – and rarely putting a foot wrong – until 2022.

We thought we had left the Cairngorms, but discovered they continue some way further south of Braemar…

More of the Cairngorms

…after which the sat nav sent us through a labyrinth of minor roads, before eventually decanting us onto the A9 near Perth and thence to Stirling.

Stirling

Stirling C A

Stirling Council Area, one of Scotland’s 32 administrative districts, is a rough rectangle bounded by the Firth of Forth and Loch Lomond. The north and west is sparsely populated highland, the south and east is flat agricultural land – the flood plain of the River Forth. The 93,000 inhabitants mostly live in and around the city of Stirling in the south east corner.

Stirling Council Area

Crossing the plain towards Stirling, the rocky outcrop, topped by the castle, becomes increasingly prominent. Leaving the motorway, the signed route into the city centre surprisingly climbs the back of the outcrop, passes the castle and then funnels new arrivals down St John Street. Like most Scottish towns and cities, Stirling, is built of dour, dark grey stone. Without the hanging baskets of Braemar, or the least hint of sunshine, it is not a welcoming sight.

Stirling

Conveniently, we passed The Golden Lion, our base for the next two nights – at least it would have been convenient had we not missed it on the first pass.

The Golden Lion, Stirling

Inside, the hotel’s décor and furnishings (not really my subjects) seemed stuck in the 1980s, but the staff were pleasant and efficient. The bar staff provided me with what I needed after a long drive,...

The Golden Lion, Stirling

... the restaurant staff were cheerful and efficient and later, when we had a small plumbing problem, the receptionists, listened, smilingly promised to get it fixed, and did so. The restaurant menu also had a 1980s vibe, though somebody was tuned into the zeitgeist, the lump of haggis accompanying my chicken breast was described as a ‘bonbon’.

22-July-2022

We arranged our Stirling visits for geographical convenience, for blogging I have rearranged them in a more historical and narrative-friendly order.

A castle has stood on Stirling’s rocky crop possibly since Roman times, certainly from before 1110. It encompasses so much of Stirling’s history that I will come to it at the end.

Stirling Old Bridge

Stirling’s importance does not just come from a rocky outcrop, for centuries it was the lowest crossing point on the River Forth. (For lower modern crossings see Edinburgh (2) ).

Stirling Old Bridge

Stirling Old Bridge is a 4-arch stone bridge on a foundation of rubble sitting on a meander north of the old town. It is 82m long and was built around 1500. A new road bridge was built nearby in 1833 and the Old Bridge was closed to wheeled vehicles – there is now an exemption for bicycles which did not exist in 1833.

The Battle of Stirling Bridge

A Little History


Alexander III, St Giles, Edinburgh
photo: Kim Traynor
When King Alexander III died in 1286 his heir was his granddaughter, Margaret, Maid of Norway (Alexander had married his daughter to King Eric III of Norway). Margaret was 3 years old and the ‘Guardians of Scotland,’ a group of senior nobles and churchmen was set up to manage the situation. Margaret set off for her new kingdom in 1290, but died en route.

The several claimants to the throne brought Scotland to the brink of civil war, so the Guardians invited Edward I of England to adjudicate. Edward was already involved, his late sister had been Alexander III’s wife and his son, the future Edward II had been betrothed to young Margaret. He was also a top-grade medieval war lord, and so took the opportunity to increase his personal fiefdom. In 1290, after inserting his own men into positions of power as a condition for making the decision, he selected John Balliol, judging him the most easily controllable.

John Balliol
Forman Armorial, 1562
In the 1980s, comedian Ben Elton referred to one of Margaret Thatcher’s less stellar cabinet appointments as a ‘suit full of bugger-all.’ The Scots had the same idea 700 years earlier, calling King John ‘Toom Tabard’ (empty coat).

Edward tired of his incompetence and deposed him in 1296. A rebellion against Edward I’s appointees followed and William Wallace, previously an obscure minor noble from Strathclyde and Andrew Moray became the leaders. Edward I was busy in France so he sent the Earl of Surrey, and Hugh de Cressingham to sort it out. Their army met that of Wallace and Moray at Stirling Bridge



The Battle

Wallace’s 6,000 men occupied the flat, soft ground north of the river with Surrey’s 9,000 on the south. Sir Richard Lundie, one of the Scots fighting for Surrey (few of these battles were as simply Scots v English as some like to think) offered to lead 60 knights to a crossing place and outflank Wallace. Surrey declined and opted for frontal assault and sent his cavalry across the bridge onto the soft ground. Maybe they charged, but wooden bridge was narrow and the ground boggy.

A cavalry charge across here looks a bad idea, and the 'old  Old Bridge' was 200 years earlier

Wallace watched the cavalry flounder, then watched the infantry follow and at the right moment closed the circle about them and started hewing them down. Reinforcements could not get through and Surry’s men still south of the bridge watched helplessly. They were not trained professional soldiers, there were none in those days, they were just peasants following their lord into battle; they would do some killing and pick up some booty, but they had no intention of hanging around waiting to die, so they left. Battle over.

This was not a battle near a bridge, the bridge was essential to the battle. 'Braveheart', a film I shall mention again later, managed to film their Battle of Stirling Bridge without a bridge - and that was not the worst error.

The Wallace Memorial

The Wallace Monument

The Wallace Monument is an ugly 67m tower on Abbey Craig overlooking the battlefield. It was built by public subscription, fundraising began in 1851 and the foundation stone was laid by the Duke of Atholl in 1861. It was completed in 1869.

The Wallace Memorial on Abbey Craig

Inside there are three exhibition rooms and 265 steps to the viewpoint.  We had a light lunch in the café in the woods below, but did not bother to go in.

Although Wallace was a member of the minor nobility nothing is known of his youth - even his father’s name is disputed.

William Wallace, Edinburgh
Photo Kim Traynor
In July 1297 he was involved in the killing of William Heselrig, probably part of a co-ordinated uprising against Edward I’s appointees. Wallace emerged as one of the leaders of this uprising, and won the easy victory at Stirling Bridge in November 1297 as described above. He then had some knightly fun raiding across Northumberland and Cumbria – though the villagers whose dwellings were burnt may have seem it a differently.

The next summer Edward I came north himself and defeated Wallace at Falkirk in July. Wallace left for the continent but made the mistake of returning a few years later. He was hunted down and executed in 1305.

Wallace achieved far more in legend than in real life. The sources for the legend are a poem called The Wallace by ‘Blind Harry’ written about 1477 and the anachronistic ramblings of Mel Gibson’s Braveheart.

The Battle of Bannockburn

On this trip we have visited arguably the two most important battlefields in Scotland, Culloden (1745) a week ago and today Bannockburn (1314), just south of Stirling.

A Little More History

After seeing off Wallace, Edward I went away to deal with more important matters. He returned and campaigned in 1304, leaving convinced he had added Scotland to a portfolio that already included Gascony (among other parts of France), England, Ireland and Wales.

However, two claimants to the Scottish throne still survived, John Comyn, Lord of Badenoch, and Robert the Bruce, Lord of Annandale. In 1306 they met to discuss their differences in the chapel of Greyfriars in Dumfries (we visited 2023). Robert the Bruce won the argument by stabbing Comyn to death, thus becoming King Robert I of Scotland. He then captured a few castles.

Robert the Bruce as he may have looked at Bannockburn
Pilkington Jackson, 1964

Edward was now over 60, an old man for the time, so he stayed home and sent an army to sort out the problem. Bruce was defeated at the Battle of Methven and went into hiding. Edward’s army recaptured some castles and came home.

Bruce renewed his activities in 1307, so Edward decided to deal with him himself. He marched north, but developed dysentery and died in Burgh by Sands just south of the Scottish border.

He was succeeded by his son, Edward II. Unlike his father Edward II was a reluctant warrior and only felt the need to act in 1314 when Bruce besieged Stirling Castle.

The Battle

Edward rushed towards Stirling arriving on the 23rd of June 1314, with a large army (20-25,000) of tired men. How anybody arrived anywhere with the maps available at the time is a mystery to me.

A contemporary map of Great Britain, Bannockburn visitor centre

Bruce, with only 5-8,000 men, was headquartered where the Memorial now stands.

The Bannockburn Memorial

Edward's men were across the battlefield to the south.

The Bannockburn Battlefield - not a very interesting picture!

On the 23rd an English flanking manoeuvre with 300 men resulted in a skirmish where an undisciplined and over-confident charge preceded a rout.

Edward’s tired and now dispirited men spent an uncomfortable night in a boggy field beside the Bannockburn.

The next morning Edward brought his men across the burn, but they were still on boggy land. A deserter had informed Robert that English morale was low and advised him to attack. He marched his men forward.

The sudden arrival of well drilled schiltrons of pikemen further unnerved Edaward’s army. With their knights pinned in boggy ground between the schiltrons and the burn, and the support of their archers doing more damaged to their own men than the enemy, the battle was soon over. Edward II scuttled south leaving Robert I unchallenged King of Scotland.

Edward II was neither a warrior nor a leader of men. In 1327 he was deposed by his own mother and her lover Roger Mortimer and murdered shortly afterwards. His son, Edward III turned out to be better suited to the job.

Stirling Castle

No one knows who first claimed the rocky outcrop now surmounted by Stirling Castle, but it is such an obvious defensive point it must have attracted peoples now long-forgotten whose names were never written down.

From the plain the current buildings still look forbidding - Stirling Castle represented Colditz Castle in the opening shots of the 1970s TV series – but the outcrop is of the ‘crag and tail’ variety. The older parts of the city spread down the tail and as we walked up the main street the city would have merged into the castle were there not a gate and a young woman checking tickets.

Most surviving structures are from the 15th and 16th centuries. Some are a little older, others younger and the ‘outer defences’ beyond the town gate, are 18th century and now enclose a garden showing how the castle eventually morphed into a palace.

Inside the Outer Defences, Stirling Castle

To the southwest is the Kings Knot, a 12th century park once used for jousting, hawking and hunting. In the 1490s, James IV planted fruit trees, flowers and ornamental hedges, and the earthwork was constructed for the Scottish coronation of Charles I’s in 1633. Stirling Heritage Trust say the most impressive view of the castle is from this earthwork.

The King's Knott by Stirling Castle

The castle’s first appearance in written record was surprisingly late when King Alexander I dedicated a chapel here in 1110. Stirling became a Royal Burgh and an administrative centre in the reign of Alexander’s successor (and brother) David I (r1124-53).

Being situated at almost the narrowest part of Scotland with the Highlands to the north and the Lowlands to the south, Stirling’s strategic importance led to the saying, ‘he who holds Stirling holds Scotland.’ The Castle has thus been besieged seven times, most frequently during the wars with Edward I of England, and most recently by Charle Edward Stuart in 1745 during his abortive attempt to regain the crown for the Stuarts.

Through a gate…

Into the Inner Ward, Stirling Castle

…we entered an older section of the castle, though more Stuart than medieval.

In the inner ward, Stirling Castle

Inside there was a minstrel to pluck a tune on his lute to accompany our visit.

Minstrel, Stirling Castle

We admired the tapestries…

Tapestries, Stirling Castle

…. and the queen’s bedchamber. She did not sleep here, she had a smaller, more personal room behind, this one was just for show.

Queens Bedchamber, Stirling Castle

The Stirling Heads – 16th century medallions, a metre in diameter, with carvings of kings, queens, nobles, Roman emperors, biblical figures and characters from classical mythology - decorated the palace ceilings until a collapse in 1777.

One of the Stirling Heads

Back outside we approached the North Gate, in part dating from the 1380s making it the oldest structure in the castle.

The North Gate, Stirling Castle

And so our castle visit came to an end.

The Maharajah

Like many Scottish towns Stirling has many restaurants opening 10.00 to 5.00 pm for coffee, lunch and tea, but surprisingly few offer dinner. Eating out on a Friday night requires booking, and doing so earlier than we did.

However, we had exhausted the delights of the hotel menu, and The Maharajah may have maintained a low profile on the internet and local guides, but it was just across the road. Small Indian restaurants are very variable and we had no local knowledge, but we decided to chance our luck. And lucky we were, The Maharajah fed us well, so now we have local knowledge I can advise travellers searching for an evening meal in Stirling to visit the Maharajah.

The Maharajah, Stirling

I was not surprised by the number of cyclists coming in carrying the distinctive boxes of Deliveroo and its competitors, they soon loaded up and peddled off, but what surprised me was that most were not youngsters but men in their 50s or 60s’

The End

So our 2022 Scottish sojourn ended with our best meal out since our first night in Glasgow. The next day we made the long drive home.

Thursday, 21 July 2022

Findochty, Portknockie and Cullen: Scotland '22 Part 6 (Updated 2023)

This post has been updated since our 2023 visit with 7 new photographs and a new section on (unlikely as it might seem) shipbuilding in Findochty.

Three Villages on the Moray Coast
14-Jul-2022 to 21-Jul-2022


Scotland
Moray
After driving north from Glasgow, we spent a week in a borrowed cottage (thank you Jenny and Bob) in the delightful fishing village of Findochty, pronounced (for no obvious reason) ‘Finechty’ beside the Moray Firth. Our ‘outings,’ south to (Huntly and Fyvie), east to (Fraserburgh and Portsoy) and west to (Culloden and Cawdor) are described in the preceding posts. This post is about the times we spent between visits exploring our temporary home and its surroundings.


Findochty, Portknockie and Cullen and the position of Buckie in Scotland
For scale: Glasgow to Buckie is 135 miles in a straight line, Buckie to Findochty is 2¾ miles

14-Jul-2022

Arrival

After a leisurely start from Glasgow, we reached the fishing port of Buckie, less than 3 miles from Findochty in mid-afternoon. With a population of 9,000 Buckie is the local metropolis, so we popped into Tescos to equip ourselves with essentials, a bottle of malt (Tamnavulin) and a venison steak, and some optional extras like milk and bread, before completing our journey.

Our borrowed cottage, beside the harbour was a delight. Tiny, but well-equipped and with an interior design that made it feel more spacious, it was perfect for two, and could cope with four (at a pinch).

The Cottage, Findochty - small but perfectly formed

Good fortune has lined up the kitchen window with the harbour entrance and Jenny had mentioned that it is possible to stand at the kitchen sink and watch the resident pod of dolphins working its way up or down the firth. It cannot happen often (unless you spend all day in the kitchen) but it happened once during our stay.

Dusk view from the kitchen window - there is never a dolphin when you are holding a camera

We did little for the rest of that day, except take a walk to orientate ourselves.

Looking landward across Findochty harbour

15-Jul-2023

Eat Mair Fish

Next morning we revisited Buckie. Eat Mair Fish is an instruction (in the local dialect) but it is also the name of a shop run by the Mair family for the last 40 years. Opposite the harbour, it is somewhat understated from the outside, but inside is an Aladdin’s Cave Davey Jones’ Locker of the freshest fish that can be bought. After some deliberation we invested in a fillet of halibut big enough for two meals.

Eat Mair Fish, Buckie

Cullen and its Skink

Lunch with Norma and Wilson

Last year we had the pleasure of staying with Wilson and Norma, whom we first met in North Korea, at their home in Forres. Returning to the area we asked them to suggest where we should meet for lunch and the answer was the Rockpool Café in Cullen.

Lynne (left) with Norma and Wilson outside their home in Forres (2021)

Ten minutes east of Findochty, Cullen is only slightly larger, but feels like a small town. It has shops (plural!), a minor parking problem, three of four hotels and several places to eat and drink.

Norma and Wilson were waiting for us in the café, it was good to see them again after a year. As we picked up our menus Norma said, with some confidence, ‘we know what you are going to order.’ So did I, but I read the menu anyway. My eye rested briefly on the Korean chicken salad which looked good though hardly reminding me of North Korea, but when you first visit a place with a dish named after it, what else would you eat? With one voice Lynne and I said ‘Cullen Skink’ exactly as Norma knew we would.

Skinks are short-legged lizards, and with 1,500 species there is a skink for every environmental niche - except north east Scotland. Cullen Skink is a soup containing chunks of smoked haddock (preferably finnan haddie), potatoes and onion. Traditionally the liquid element was water, but is now universally milk, sometimes with a little cream, (traditional is not always best). It resembles an American chowder, but the delicate flavour of clams is replaced by the powerful smoky haddock. Served with chunky bread, it makes an excellent lunch.

Cullen skink, Le Café Coull, Buckie 2023 (the Rockpool was temporarily closed)

Norma and Wilson are always good company and we talked of our families and our travels, long ago, recent and future. Sadly, I had left my camera in Findochty so there is no photographic record. I have recycled last year’s picture of Norma and Wilson - they haven’t changed – and used a picture from a different cafe, visited in 2023. After we parted I realised I had a phone in my pocket, with, of course, a camera. I apologise for my extended senior moment.

Cullen

Cullen is a place of some antiquity. The Geography of Claudius Ptolemaeus, a Roman Citizen living in Egypt and writing in Greek around 150 CE mentions a River Celnius in North East Scotland. Some feel a need to identify this river with Cullen Burn.

A more reliable mention dates from 962 when King Indulf of Alba finally freed his kingdom from marauding Norsemen at the nearby Battle of the Bauds, though at the cost of his own life.

Robert the Bruce and Elizabeth de Burgh
from Forman's Armorial 1563

Cullen held royal burgh status between 1153 and 1214 CE.

In 1327, Elizabeth de Burgh, the wife of Robert the Bruce died after a riding accident while staying at the Royal Residence in Cullen. Her body was sent south to Dunfermline Abbey, while her entrails were buried in Cullen. This sounds weird but was, apparently, normal at the time, her husband is buried in Dunfermline Abbey (body), Melrose Abbey (heart) and St Serf’s, Dumbarton (viscera).

In 1600, Cullen House was built on the edge of the town as the seat of the Ogilvies of Findlater, later Earls of Seafield.

In 1820-2 Lewis Grant-Ogilvy, 5th Earl of Seafield, had the old town demolished and rebuilt 800 metres down the hill. Cullen House had more privacy, the townspeople had modern dwellings, and a flooding problem was solved.

'Modern Housing', Cullen

The closure of the Moray Coast Railway in 1968 means that Cullen is left with a redundant but scenic viaduct...

Cullen with its viaduct

...in some places the streets are threaded through the viaducts arches.

The viaduct crosses a Cullen street

Every burgh must have a Market Cross, and although Cullen no longer holds that status, the cross from the old town was re-erected on the square, outside the Rockpool Café.

Mrket Cross, Cullen

At least that was the story, but everybody seems to accept that the stonework is mostly ‘recent’. There is, allegedly, a weathered Virgin and Child of some antiquity and I presume it is the figure at the very top, though from this angle it looks like a stoat reading from a parchment roll. Virgins and Child are two-a-penny and I would admire any town that erected a Stoat and Parchment.

Climbing Findochty's Hills

A coastal plateau, 20 to 50 metres above sea level stretches From Portgordon, 8 km east of Findochty, to Fraserburgh 80 km west. Often there are cliffs, elsewhere there is some flatland before the (usually sharp) rise to the plateau. In several former fishing villages, like Portknockie, the harbour is isolated well below the village dwellings, while at others, like Pennan, there is enough low-lying land for the village to curl round the harbour.

Findochty splits the difference, the higher ground retreating a short way inland, so half of the village is by the harbour, half is above. The retreat leaves a small hill on either side, the western hill crowned by the village war memorial, …

The Hill with the War Memorial, Findochty

…the eastern hill by the kirk.

The hill with the church on top, Findochty

Climbing up to the kirk gives a good view of Findochty’s unusual geography, …

Findochty's two levels with a grassy bank between them

… and a view along the coast where the cliffs reassert themselves.

To the east the cliffs try to reassert themselves

Findochty straggles on beyond the church through some very typical local streets…

Duke Street, Findochty

…to Findochty Beach, past an inlet known as the Crooked Hythe.

The Crooked Hythe, Findochty

The Crooked Hythe – Shipbuilding in Findochty

In 1900, Thomas McKenzie, a ships’ carpenter from Dumbarton was holidaying in Findochty. He looked at the view above and, perhaps surprisingly, saw the perfect site for a ship building yard.

He returned in 1903 and, with his business partners W & J Herd, built a slipway, remains of which can still be seen. Herd and McKenzie Shipbuilders won their first order for a steam drifter in 1905 which cost £915 and built another 31 between 1905 and 1915. After World War I, the improved and enlarged harbour at Buckie lured away Herd and McKenzie along with most of Findochty’s fishing fleet. The last ship was built here in 1934.

It is difficult to imagine ships being built in this cramped space in the open air but the Banffshire Field Club photograph collection shows how it was done…

The Crooked Hythe boatyard, copyright Banffshire Field Club

…the road heading off to the right is the Duke Street shown above.

17-Jul-2023

The path up the war memorial hill starts on the edge of the village by the Stroop Wal, or spout well. Water still gushes from the spout which must have been important in Findochty’s past.

The Stroop Wal, Findochty

The sign above says, rather proudly wir ain stroop wal and wir ain toon hall. (Our own spout well and our own town hall). I do not know when it was written, but I would guess not so long ago. The local dialect, known as Doric, can be difficult (hear story teller David Campbell on the Doric Wikipedia page) but we never encountered anybody with a difficult accent. I suspect many people have moved away from the Moray coast in search of work, and others have moved in seeking an improved work/life balance, so change happens gradually. Findochty Town Hall still exists, though those words might suggest an administrative function that it does not have. If you want to hold a party, play table tennis or learn qi gong, this is the place for you.

The War Memorial on top of the hill was unveiled in April 1922, it now commemorates those who died in two world wars.

War memorial, Findochty

But the main reason for climbing up here, is the view across Findochty and its harbour. What a delightful place!

Findochty

Findochty to Portknockie

The Moray Coastal Trail is an (intermittently) waymarked coastal path from Forres in the west to Cullen in the east. The sky was hardly an azure blue, but the air was pleasantly warm so we decided to walk a gentle 2.8 km (1.7 miles) of the 72 km trail to Portknockie, the next village along the coast.

A sign pointed our way out of Findochty and we were soon following the route of the former Moray Coast Railway. It was easy walking (and, indeed, cycling).

The Moray Coastal Trail east out of Findochty

The path largely follows the 50m contour line, sometimes straying left, down towards the coast…

Moray Coastal Trail

…or right to Hillhead Cemetery. Everybody knows that Scots are all called MacThis or McThat, but actually they aren’t. The most visible names in my photo are Salter, Smith, Anderson, Littleson and Flett. There are more obviously Scottish names like Duthie and Campbell but locally Macs are thin on the ground (or, in this case, under it). The 1841 census (I use only the most up-to-date sources!) found the four most frequent names in Moray were Grant, Ross, Macdonald and Fraser - so not entirely unMacked.

Hillhead Cemetery, Findochty

Dry, nutrient-poor grassland is the natural habitat of Harebells (aka Scottish Bluebells) and here in the rain-shadow of the Highlands, is the perfect place.

Harebell, Moray Coastal Trail

Soon Portknockie and its harbour came into view.

Portknockie and its Harbour

Portnockie sits on a promontory with the harbour nestling in its sheltered base. It is very much on the edge of the village, but separated from the houses by 40 metres of cliff. Once this was a fishing harbour, but the few moored boats looked like pleasure craft while kayakers and paddle-boarders were more numerous than fishermen.

Looking down on the harbour from Portknockie village

Continuing round to the end of the village we looked down on a beach, a selection of rocks and a sign board stuffed with information.

The fortified iron-age settlement on the promontory known as Green Castle was built around 1000BCE and the site was still in use when the Vikings were marauding some 2000 years later. Burnt remains of timber-laced walls are of Pictish design. The left-hand end of the sandy area was a somewhat cramped boatyard where over 50 fishing boats were built between 1883 and 1905. At that time the harbour was home to 100 active fishing boats.

Green Castle and Horse Head

Turning slightly to the right (I should have taken a panoramic picture), there are The Twinnies, named for obvious reasons, The Claries, which is more obscure, and Shitten Craig, shining brightly from the guano that gives it its delightful name.

The Twinnies and he Claries

Portknockie is too small to fill its promontory and to see its most famous rock, you must walk a little way out of the other side of the village. The Bow Fiddle Rock is impressive but as a musical instrument it is fit only for a rock band of trolls - and Scotland is too far south for trolls.

Bow Fiddle Rock, Portknockie

Had it been warmer we might have sought out an ice cream, but it wasn’t so we walked back home. The return journey was much quicker as we did not keep stopping to look at things.

Returning to Findochty

18-Jul-2022

A Day of Record Temperatures

On the Monday we visited Fraserburgh and Portsoy. Temperature records were set that day across the whole of Great Britain and if the high 20s on the Moray Coast hardly challenged the 40°+ in Lincolnshire, it was still an unusually warm and pleasant day and maybe a local record. On our return we sat out the back of Harbour Cottage and drank a cold beer, while young lads jumped from the harbour wall, punctuating our supping with their splashing.

Jumping off the harbour entrance, Findochty; There is a similar, but not identical, photo on the Fraserburgh post.

Later we walked round the harbour. On the corner, an old fisherman, known as the ‘White Mannie’ sits on a plinth surveying the boats and their comings and goings. He is the work of local artist Correna Cowie and has sat here since 1959.

The White Mannie, Findochty

On the back of the plinth is a biblical quotation.

The back of the White Mannie

19-Jul-2022

The Admirals Inn and Other Services

Findochty’s resident population of 1,100 swells in the summer when holiday lets are full and the caravan park is busy. Services are limited, but the General Store and next-door Post Office/Pharmacy seem to cope, but the apostrophe-free Admirals Inn, the only place to eat or drink, struggles with the numbers.

We like to cook local produce, but we also like to eat out, so on the 15th we presented ourselves at the Admirals around 7.30. We had not booked, and given the start of the previous paragraph, and it being a Friday, we should have expected being turned away, but we still felt disappointed.

Outside on the green was a pizza van with a sign saying they would close in five minutes. We joined the short queue thinking we were just in time. ‘We’ve run out,’ they said when we reached the front, ‘had you booked?’ They were relieved to discover they were not failing a booked customer; we were bemused to find that in Findochty you must even book the street food. Fortunately, we had supplies in the cottage.

On the 16th, I pan fried the halibut with lemon zest and juice, herbs and garlic, and was well pleased with my efforts. The fish was firm, fresh and delicious. On the 17th we had the venison swiftly fried in a splash of hot olive oil, the outside browned the inside oozing blood; it was a fine piece of meat. On the 18th the remaining halibut starred in a gentle Keralan style curry (or as near as could be managed).

On the 19th, having booked, we returned to the Admirals. I had requested 7.30, but they suggested we arrive at 7.15. We did, and were asked to wait, fortunately there is always something to do when waiting in a bar.

We had a table before 8 o'clock. The menu seemed a relic of the 1980s, but the cooking was competent and the service good. Both my chicken breast and the dish Lynne has now forgotten were enjoyable. [Update: The September 2022 menu currently (05/23) on the website is a distinct improvement.]

Like the west of Ireland in 2016, we concluded that the Moray Coast (and maybe more of Scotland) has too many diners for too few restaurants. That problem should be solvable.

The Admirals faces the harbour but turn left from the door and you are on the rocky foreshore. On a fine evening the Moray Firth is a sight to behold…

Evening sun on the Moray Firth, Findochty
This photograph also appears in the Fraserburgh post. I think it bears repeating.

…and that feels the appropriate way to end this record of our week in Findochty.