Day Eleven

After a morning of bakery breakfast, knitting and TV, I decided that this Bonny Lassie would take herself to the Birks of Aberfeldy. These are one of the falls I missed taking the low level route after that severe weather warning. 

It is indeed a lovely, if not slightly teasing walk.  I set off up the stream passed the lower Birks, over the road and up the upper (I suppose, they just call it the Birks) section, aiming for the topmost Falls of Moness . The falls run through a deep gorge and although you can hear the roar of the water all the way, it’s rare you can see the burn. 

Up and up I climbed, then over and then down. At last I got a view of the falls themselves. 

Carrying on down you pass little fall after little fall which culminate in the Birks - a favourite of Burns himself. 

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes,

And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays;

Come let us spend the lightsome days

In the birks of Aberfeldy.

The little birdies blythely sing

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,

Or lightly flit on wanton wing,

In the birks of Aberfeldy

I spent a moment or two sitting with the slightly dilapidated burns statue, looking at the water and overhanging trees. I can’t say I felt the muse myself but I do very much enjoy the landscape.  The ancient trees sprawl out, making you want to touch them.  Just think of all the life they’ve seen.