Thank you to the person who sent me that amazingly nice anonymous message last night!
I am never sure if having anon on it s a good idea because I am now intrigued who would say such a thing, but I hope it means people will use the message system when they might otherwise not, so I will leave it on.
This post is dedicated to Tom, a lovely guy in the tumblr community. He lives somewhere between the woods and the water, if not in reality at the moment, certainly in his heart. He’s a countryman and this is for him.
On my last day in unforgettable Kinloch Rannoch, in the verdant heart of Perthshire, I went for a walk with my friend. We were on the hunt for a ruin of a grand old house with a sad story. Seemingly a man had commisioned the build of this luxury mansion, replete with turrets, gorgeous dressed stone, including many of the best conveniences of its day, with more rooms than a good sized hotel and all set near a loch, in ancient woodland and it must have been astoundingly beautiful. When his wife saw her new home in the country, she refused to live in it and it ultimately fell into disrepair.
As I said, we were on the hunt though, and hadn’t been able to find it, yet. We were walking along a path and honestly, I’ve never seen so many, and such a variety of mushrooms in my life. Their were wildflowers everywhere, little frogs hopped by at intervals and the grassy, overgrown path wound alongside the loch. I was remarking, in verbose terms it has to be said, on the beauty of the setting when I noticed the cottage. It was hardly visible at first due to the trees, but then came into view.
I think you’ll agree that it’s charm itself, built to last and in a perfect spot. I thought of Tom as I took the photo, knowing he was a distance away from such a situation at the moment. For all you country lovers and for Tom - isn’t this a great place to live and to dream?
(Photos © S. Marian and for Tom’s wonderful blog that celebrates the countryside, click here.)
What a wonderful looking place. Thanks
The Papilios of Great Britain, 1795