This is the 8th of the “Travels Down Memory Lane Series”. Over the last couple of years, there hasn’t been an opportunity for holidays away. So I decided to look at some of the posts I’d planned to write, and for various reasons, I hadn’t.
Nothing is as much fun as walking down memory lane and revisiting and sharing the photographs and journals from our travels.
We decided to visit Culswick Broch in the afternoon on our way back from the Scord of Brouster. We pulled in beside a ruin and walked up the grassy lane past the small Methodist church.
Our guidebook said the walk to the broch was a short 1/2 mile…
Well, maybe we took a wrong turn or walked the long way around, although I’m not sure how, but we walked and walked and walked.
Uphill and downhill.
Past lake and ruins.
Then, finally, as the gloaming approached, we saw it on the cliff edge in the far distance beyond another loch.
We had no choice but to turn back to the car. At least we took a few photos before the batteries died on both cameras.
Beautiful wild scenery with heather, peat, lochs, ruins, sheep and one of my favourites – rust!
When we saw sheep, we mostly saw little fluffy tails as they turned and rushed away from us.
It was dark when we returned to Wildrig, where we relaxed with a beer and watched the hilarious Whisky Galore—a fantastic end to an incredible day.
While I was out, I’d left my newly finished Scatness Tam on the floor in the bathroom, and its underfloor heating had dried the tam beautifully.
Thank you for sharing your long walk. Your description and the lovely photographs make us want to follow in your footsteps. Happy knitting! Ruth