On the Monday, father brought out all his paperwork on geocaches in the area. The nearest one to the cottage was about 2kms, in Skelbo forest. It took a while to get everyone organised - till the afternoon really, but hey, holiday right?! - I drove Little Ren up there (yes it was up hill and along a very windy road), whilst the Macs encouraged the father on foot. He's a sturdier beast than me - I'd've pegged out by the first corner. Mind you, I think he had to be held up in the last stretch and he was certainly keen on sitting at the picnic table with me when he reached!
The Macs were handed the geo-tracker and clues and set off along the forest trail in search, whilst the father and myself let the sun warm our backs and pondered the pond - and the little wood carving companion...
I did actually attempt the trail myself, but after barely 200 metres, it dropped away downhill very sharply - going down is one thing, climbing back up another. (For those unfamiliar with the YAMster, she's got dodgy limbs and touchy spine from life-long arthritis and other nuisances.) It was therefore left up to the younger sibs to do the necessary, and they returned in about 20 minutes, victorious.
It transpired that they discovered there was a fire-road down to where the cache was located, so they walked on back to the cottage whilst I drove the father down to see the spot and take in the view from there. As you see, marking it as a point of historical interest is stretching things a bit, there being really only a mound of rubble under all that grass!
L-R; Mac2, Mac3, the Father, Mac1 |
The Macs were handed the geo-tracker and clues and set off along the forest trail in search, whilst the father and myself let the sun warm our backs and pondered the pond - and the little wood carving companion...
I did actually attempt the trail myself, but after barely 200 metres, it dropped away downhill very sharply - going down is one thing, climbing back up another. (For those unfamiliar with the YAMster, she's got dodgy limbs and touchy spine from life-long arthritis and other nuisances.) It was therefore left up to the younger sibs to do the necessary, and they returned in about 20 minutes, victorious.
It transpired that they discovered there was a fire-road down to where the cache was located, so they walked on back to the cottage whilst I drove the father down to see the spot and take in the view from there. As you see, marking it as a point of historical interest is stretching things a bit, there being really only a mound of rubble under all that grass!
...yup... that lump off-centre is the 'ruins'... |
Hello, I love the gorgeous views and scenery. The dog carving is cute. Happy Thursday, enjoy your day and the weekend ahead!
ReplyDeleteNice to see the family photie.
ReplyDeleteNice family outing & photo!
ReplyDeleteYour pals,
Murphy & Stanley
A day in the fresh air always good.
ReplyDeleteMerle..........
Such a great adventure! I enjoy the history too. Living here in the US I tend to forget most of our history is recent!
ReplyDeleteOMD, what a HANDSOME Family!!! I see where you gots your good looks from! Sounds like a mighty fun time indeed! And so beautifuls!
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Ruby ♥
sadly the ruins are ruins now after all that time... but it#s interesting anyway to learn more about this people... I visited the graves of the giants once, thought it is something special scary ... and then it was a kind of a mole hill ;o)
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! I nearly got involved in this, but that sort of petered out! Happy to see all of you! xx
ReplyDeleteOh, but the view of the ruin is outstanding! Hubby did the geo cache thing a few years back.
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing isn't it? The downhill bits are okay enough, if need be, you can always slide down on your behind. But at some point you have to get back up the hill, which can be a pain and a half!
ReplyDeleteLove the little doggy. Were you tempted to hide it in the car at all?
Sounds like a good time was had by all, one way or another. I always try to remember going down means coming back up.
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