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Menoturals; Killin It

For Nature Friday this week, let me share some shots from the Falls of Dochart and other bits of Killin, a large village nestled at the west end of Loch Tay in Perthshire, the heart of Scotland. The habitation falls down the valley with the river. At the high end, as one crosses into the village proper, is found the war memorial.



As one moves along the road just before it makes the steeper drop, one can look right across at the wide and mighty form of Ben Lawers. And yes, that's snow you see up yonder!



From here, heading down to the old bridge, there are many viewpoints for the falls. It's a trendy tourist spot, so getting shots without strangers littering the view can be challenging, but I didn't do too badly. There were no kayakers on the day of my visit, but it is a popular spot for this sport.





As one crosses the bridge and before turning further down the hill, there is the water mill to visit. Unfortunately, whenever I am there, it's not open, but one of these days...!!! Beside the entry, it is guarded by a sculpture of the wolf that is said to have been brought to heel by St Fillan as he was building the first church in the area. The mill itself was built by the Marquis of Breadalbane in the mid-19th century and was a yarn mill. When it ceased spinning, it became an outlet for selling wool. Now, it is a heritage centre focused on local history and legend.



As one progresses down the hill, which is also the main street, the variety of architecture strikes one. Some is of the old and appealing two-centuries-old architecture that reflects the environment in which it sits, some is early 20th-century utilitarian structure, and then there is the latter part of the 20th and early 21st construction that one cannot help but feel will not survive the same way as the stone... I only photographed the first two and leave the last to your imagination.



By the parking place there was an abundance of the stunning autumn colour with which we were blessed this year... and then I will leave you with a bloom for Rosy.




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