Water Falling

Yesterday was a very strange day indeed.

Paul and I decided to take a drive over to Dundurn, one of the last seats of Pictish power before the invasion of the Scotti (Irish) in the 6th-8th centuries.

En route, we drove over a fairly unassuming bridge by Loch Earn. We decided to pull over and take a look at the river. This turned out to be quite an incredible decision, as we discovered the Falls of Edinample!

What looked at first to be a relatively quiet river, soon turned into a raging torrent with breathtaking plunges. I ended up sitting right on the edge, laughing down at Edinample Castle in the distance.

Edinample Castle from the bottom of the falls.

Edinample Castle from the top of the falls.

Tree I rather liked at top of the falls.

Start of our journey.

Root that had grown through a rock!

 

 

 

Plunge pool at the very bottom.

Dangling my feet over the edge.

At one point, Paul said he was standing on the ledge at the top and felt a distinctly unpleasant vibe, as though someone might have been pushed off the edge. Quite entertaining to get home and read this account of Edinample Castle:

...originally built by 'Black' Duncan Campbell (Donnchadh Dubh) of Glenorchy. It is built on land acquired by the Campbells after their campaign for proscription, and subsequent demise of the MacGregors. It is said that Black Duncan pushed the castle's builder off the roof, in part to avoid paying him, but also because he omitted to construct the ramparts that had been requested. It is also said that the ghost of the builder has been seen walking on the roof.

Ho hum.

The day gets stranger in the next installment...