We walked up the road to Golspie Tower this morning, stopping to talk to the lady who lives in the farm house there. It's very easy to fall into conversation with local people, who are exceptionally friendly and who seem to have little trouble in accepting incomers such as us. We walked on up the hill and then turned to....
....drop down into the glen of the Golspie Burn. Beneath a bridge we noticed a small weir and, leading from it, a pipe encased in concrete, now with several large holes in it, and guessed that this might once have provided the water to turn the wheel which ground the flour at the mill downstream.
This was the first of several wooden bridges we crossed as we followed the burn downstream until....
....the glen opened out, the path meandering through open woodland where the bluebells are beginning to wake up. In due course we hope to see them turn the glen into a spectacle of blue, though I would advise any self-preserving bluebell to stay well underground until the weather warms up.
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