Tis the season etc. for summer holiday grand parenting activities. In my case this usually means trekking various trails from cafe to riverbank, from cliff top to shopping mall, football pitch to seaside whilst exploring bus stations and doing the necessary driving. There's always stiff competition to see who tires out first or needs the most toilet breaks. Usually it's the old bloke and designated driver in the party.
We've been to various places this week seeking out the true heart of Scotland, it's out there somewhere. These pics are from an expedition up the the River North Esk searching for salmon and red squirrels. We missed the mark and saw little or no wildlife but did find a rusty old water wheel about 20 feet above the current river's height. I can't figure out how it ever operated (a now dried up channel coming down from the forest?) or if it did indeed work at an altered river bank level; what has happened in the last 100 years? Answers on a postcard please.
We'll be doing it again all of next week. Looking forward to the sausage rolls.
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