Some more sketches from Scotland, this time in Perthshire. I stayed for some weeks in Dunning, about 10 miles from Perth. The village nestles against the north slopes of the Ochils with the mountainous highland line visible across the broad strath. The landscape is very varied and dotted with neolithic remains, standing stones, iron age hill-forts, Roman camps, ancient monasteries and castles. The capital of Pictland was at Forteviot, just a few miles distant. Dunsinane is prominent on the north-east horizon. There are also legends of a saint slaying a dragon.
I walked and walked in the rain, picking my way through mud and flood, through the dripping beech and oak forests, all with the resident sheepdog leading the way and sometimes the mad kitten. I was supposed to be looking after them, but it mostly felt like the other way round.