Do you mind our youthful days,
we spent so happily together,
on Gairns rough & rugged braes,
‘mang scented birks & blooming heather.
Extract from a poem by John MacKenzie of Ardoch Glen Gairn:
A brief respite from the rain |
The normally spectacular views were curtailed by the rain and low cloud.However, we did manage to see a Golden Eagle take off below us on the descent to the Lodge and welcome shelter and lunch inside the old hunting lodge.
The inside walls are covered with murals by Philip Erskin who first painted them in 1968 then after a 30 year break returned to renew the paintings after they had been vandalised.
The Large Mural |
Lunch at Corndavon Lodge |
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