One more day in the beautiful town of Blairgowrie, in the Perthshire district. It is 60 miles from Edinburgh and 16 miles from Perth. I leave tomorrow for Inverness where the Loch Ness Monster lives. Hope it doesn’t get me.
This town turns out to have been a great choice for me, and I will miss it and the kind people who live here.
Last night I got to see a small town in action. The Pipers marched down the street playing bagpipes and drums all the way to a pie shaped, flower-laden, park near the center of town.
I first heard of this event from one of the pipers when I walked by a church and took some photos of it. A man was nearby and I asked him about the church. He was so nice to tell me, a stranger in town, about the event in the park the following evening. It wasn’t until I saw him last night that I knew he would be one of the pipers.
It was fascinating to learn about the music and the instrument, as the sound always seemed to be the same, but last night, I actually could hear the melody and the rhythm of the music.
A woman piper explained how she learned with a small pipe to begin with, and then advanced to the real instrument. The heavy instrument is carried firmly on the shoulder. She blows into the pipe and presses the air bag at the same time….all while walking or marching. Amazing!
A nine-year old drummer caught my eye. He reminded me of my son Ron at the same age. I was producing fashion shows, and recruited him once for a Christmas show as the ‘Little Drummer Boy’. I asked the little boy’s father if he’d take a photo of me with the boy.
At the park, I met a lady named Paulette and her niece who was visiting her. Paulette gave me a brief history of Blairgowrie. Sitting on the bench with her, she pointed to four large brick buildings that were once banks. “This town in its early history had a lot of very rich people in it,” she said.
Some of the riches came from farming berries, called Blairberries, named for the town, and another business venture was the jute factory that began in 1832 in Oakbank Mill. She pointed out towards the river where the plant had been located. The town also had a flax spinning Mill, also near the river.
The town is built on gentle hills, with flower beds and hanging flower baskets all through town.
The walkway near a park and the River Ericht is a pleasant way to spend some time. This was shown to me by Sergio, a waiter in the Royal Hotel. I probably wouldn’t have found it had he not shown it to me.
One of the friendliest and helpful people is the beautiful, friendly travel agent Pauline. I am going to miss her. She provided help for my next adventures.
By the way, people greet each other here with, ‘hiya’, which I was told by a Royal Hotel worker, is a combination of hi, how are you?
I caught myself saying that yesterday, when I met the woman who had shown me where the hotel was located when the bus got into the town. She saw me in Blairgowie yesterday and told me where the library is located. I needed a reliable wifi situation so that’s where I am today.
I need to find a place to stay in Inverness, and so far that has been difficult, but I’ll get busy on that soon.