I’ve spent the last couple of days in Killin as part of a PhD retreat, but managed to get some private retreat time, too. This (and the previous) story is about one of my personal treks on the retreat. You can read about the PhD side of the retreat here.
On the second day of the retreat, we had the morning free for activities before an afternoon of presentations. Once again, I was left solo on my activity choice because I didn’t fancy sailing or mountain biking, and it seemed no one else fancied a wee nature walk and exploration of an old burial ground.
(It’s OK; I’m learning to accept that I’m in this world on my own. And I’m learning to find peace with that.)
So, I set off on my way for the walk (which included a fair bit of skipping, too, if I’m honest). Because I was on my own, I had the luxury of stopping to look at anything and everything I wanted—and for as long as I wanted. Which means that I got to enjoy the smallest snail I’ve ever seen—as well as several pretty flowers and trees. (I may have even talked to the sheep a bit, as you do.)
The main reason for my decision to walk into town was so that I could see Inchbuie—a wee island on River Dochart that is home to the Clan MacNab burial grounds—and the Falls of Dochart. Other highlights included lots and lots of nature stuff and an old mill. (And I bought myself a fun-and-funky necklace from a charity shop in town!)
After tooling about in town, I returned to the centre for lunch before an afternoon of presentations—including one by me!
I hope that the photos speak for themselves—and I apologise in advance for not identifying all of the flowers. Mum and Ant Elizabeth (or anyone else) are welcome to tell me what they are and I’ll update the captions.