Bed and Breakfast, Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland
Welcome to Gilmore House, Bed and Breakfast, Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland
This blog is my random ramblings and photos of what is going on in the B&B, my life, but generally my little jaunts out which I hope will give you a taster of all the wonderful excursions to do in our area.
Basically it was busy. Lots of lovely people met and I think the majority of people enjoyed their stay....always someone though. I apologise to people who stayed in October who gave me very low marks for facilities, so sorry that the dancing girls were not available that evening....the clue is in the name 'Bed and Breakfast'. I enjoyed my children, my dog, my walking and photography and was delighted to get through to the regional finals of the Thistle Awards, never quite make it to glittering glory though. Not much more to say except I wish there was an ending in sight to my current situation. I look forward to 2014 with dread and anticipation and I try to remain positive....not easy. Shall just wait and see what happens. I should like to thank the following pictures for their help this year.
The 19th of December, a date that will always be of great significance as it is the date my father died, 8 years ago now. As is now 'the norm' I made my pilgrimage over to Comrie, with my son, to pay my respects. The weather was a bit snowy and cold, but always seems to be on this day. I also always stop off at the main graveyard where my grandfather, grandmother and Auntie are buried. My father always disliked the headstone they have, saying it was ostentatious. I do like the intertwined JD though, my initials, or were and will be again. I never really paid much notice to the inscription before at the bottom, but it really hit me today. It reads 'I to the hills will lift mine eyes'. Rather strangely it was pretty much the same inscription that caught my eye at the top of Mount Blair in my post 8/10/13 which reads 'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hill'. How spooky! and when I put my usual random photo on Facebook from that walk I put that inscription against the photo I posted.
Journeyed along to the Woodland Cemetery and toasted my father with a malt, rather unattractively contained in a jam jar. When I say toasted, I poured some on his headstone, I don't drink. As always on cue the Red Kites appeared, what a delight, awesome birds. I missed out on what potentially could have been a great photo, too slow, and generally staring in awe. I turned around and one flew up from behind a mound, so close to me, probably about 30 feet away. Wow.
I miss my father very much and his advice. He was a down to earth, hard working, clever and generous man who kept himself to himself. I strongly believe he is still watching over, but if I told you how, you wouldn't believe me. Some things are unexplained, but he came through when I was looking for some important paperwork a few months ago. My mother was witness to this, but maybe it was all just coincidental, like the Red Kites soaring.
The grounds at Scone Palace are open at the weekends in December, free of charge, so went along for a wander and to admire the big and huge trees. There was some damage from the same wind that casually blew my B&B sign over. There is a new pinetum in the grounds, well it might not be that new, but newish, been awhile since I last went around the grounds. The maze is always fun, whatever your age. And of course there were the obligatory Highland cows that always grace the parkland at big grand places. The light was lovely this morning but unfortunately dulled over by the time I reached the palace, so pictures a bit gloomy. I have been attempting to cut down on my social media 'stuff' so that is why I am now on Instagram as well now!!! Link at top of page. Something will have to give though, however it won't be my blog.