Many years ago, my mother and I met in Paris, picked up a rental car, and drove around Normandy and the Loire Valley visiting various medieval sites I had chosen. It was a spectacular trip and one I wish I could repeat; we saw the Bayeux Tapestry (where I got in a touch of trouble for objecting to the subjective historical display), Mont-St-Michel, Angers, Loches, Chinon, Fontevraud and a number of other Plantagenet-era sites.
What did we not see? Almost all of the famous chateaux of the Loire Valley – Chenonceau, Usse, Amboise, Blois. Anything I considered to be ‘too new’ or, at least, updated ‘too recently’. I was happy to see castles that had a medieval base or still had some medieval aspects, but I refused to visit a palace.
And believe it or not, my mother put up with this vague, completely nonsensical selection of places to visit. Loches, Chinon, Langeais all ok, but not Amboise. One might have thought that she would tell me that she had flown across the Atlantic and she was driving in a foreign country and we would see what she wanted too, but she indulged me, as long as I was able to spout some history about the place. It was my own version of ‘Mary Queen of Scots slept here’ – ‘Henry II was here’.
Then, a few years later, I saw this brilliant illustration by Glen McBeth in BBC History Magazine that completely validated my ideas, in cartoon format. I include, for reference, my comment from when I first posted it to Facebook in defence of my actions.
For my first featured castle, Doune was an obvious choice. Located not far from Stirling, it sits in a lovely wooded area by a river, and is easily recognised from a number of movies and TV shows including Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Outlander, Outlaw/King, Game of Thrones, and more. It also holds many fond memories as one of my earliest castle explorations.
One has only to approach on foot to understand its appeal – it is in quite good shape for a castle built (in its present form anyway) in the late 14th century. The gatehouse and tower house are in good condition and can be explored, though on my recent visit I could not get as far up the tower as I had originally in 2003. This is likely due to safety, as many castles in Scotland are currently under refurbishment and are closed or partially closed to allow for safety checks and stonework. As of writing, Doune is open to the public with some restrictions.
Inside the castle itself there are numerous rooms to explore including a kitchen with enormous fireplaces and plenty of stairs and chambers.
But it is the outside where you can get some really excellent shots of the stonework and architecture of the castle, and there is a short walk from the castle along the Ardoch Burn to where it flows into the River Teith – highly recommended.
I visited Doune for the first time during my final year of university, when everyone else was studying for exams but I had turned in my dissertation and needed something to do for a few days. It was standard Scottish January, but I managed to find a local hotel that was open out of season and I spent the better part of a few hours in the castle, exploring and making friends with the keeper. It was much less famous then, and so when an overnight snowstorm drove me to return the next day, I was allowed to roam the castle again for free, the keeper clearly recognising me as a major fan. Somewhere I must have snowy pictures of the castle and countryside that I simply cannot find.
When I returned more recently, the Outlander craze had shaped the gift shop and there were far more people enjoying a guided tour. For me though, it will always be Robert of Albany’s castle – the villain in my mind of the story of King James I of Scotland and his long incarceration in England. James I was a long-standing obsession of mine ever since I had discovered a book of his poetry in a used bookstore, and I should point out that Robert’s villainous status is certainly in question. Historically accurate or not, Robert became the villain in the first novel I ever wrote, a fictionalised account of James I’s life, and I have been drawn to Doune ever since I learned that James may have walked the halls himself.
The January 2003 visit to Doune was one of my first solo adventures in Scotland and led to my first visit to another iconic local spot – Castle Campbell – but that will have to be a tale for another post!
I had every intention today of diving in with a castle post, but the gorgeous weather inspired me instead to take and then write about one of my favourite walks for when it is sunny but time, transportation or inclination prevent me from wandering further afield.
The walk is about a 1 1/2 miles if you do it straight out and back, or a bit longer if it is turned into a loop. It starts across the road from the Guardbridge Inn, though one must be careful in darting across the busy A91. If you are coming from Guardbridge, I recommend crossing at the roundabout before the bridge, it will be a bit easier.
One more caveat about this walk is that if it has been the least bit wet, it will be muddy and squidgy in places, so be warned and wear proper footwear!
The path heads off along the Eden Estuary, with lovely views through the trees towards the water. It takes only minutes to pass out of the trees and onto the wider path, where the ground can be very spongey and wet depending on how high the tide and water are. This is an excellent spot to find ducks, heron, swans, and many other birds that a proper birdwatcher would glory in I am sure.
On days like today in the spring there are glorious white blossoms everywhere, and even a small bench you can sit on if you wish to enjoy the view. One advantage of this walk is that it is almost impossible to go the wrong way or get lost, instead you just follow the path along the edge of the field until it curves around and leads you through a tunnel of lovely bushes.
Once you have emerged from the tunnel, follow the path for another five or ten minutes along a small burn – sometimes dry in the summer – between two fields. A large planting of gorse is bright yellow in the spring, and I am relieved to see that some work was put in recently to improve the path, which could prove a bit treacherous.
Eventually you will come to this farm gate, and immediately across the road you will see the path disappearing into the trees. Again it is very well marked and quite muddy as it climbs up the hill – a relatively gentle incline but enough to get your heart rate up a bit. Down below on the left there is a small burn, and there are a few points along the way where you can cut over to the edge of the field for a view back towards Guardbridge and Balmullo Law.
Eventually the path levels out, and provides a bench – though with no view – and you will start to see the raised ground that surrounds the Kincaple fishing ‘loch’, a private fishing pond. You can either cut off to the right to walk around the water, or continue on to where the path meets the road. Below are several pictures I have taken over the year of the loch, with today’s boasting the flowering yellow gorse.
The fishing loch is essentially your goal for this walk. At this point you can turn left along the farm track and eventually meet the main road that runs from the A91 up to Strathkinness. At that point, however, you must walk along that road back down the hill, and I have never felt a desire to do so as I know it is busy with fast cars and busses. Or, you can re-trace your steps back towards the Guardbridge Inn, which is an excellent place to stop for a snack, meal, or drink. In the colder months they often have a fire burning, and in summer their beer garden stretches out behind the inn along the estuary and is a very pleasant place for a coffee or a few pints.
One last picture of my favourite part of this walk, heading into the tunnel.
This walk will always have fond memories for me as one of the first we took after being allowed to leave our local area as Covid restrictions eased in summer 2020. The walk takes you up through one of the many lovely glens in the Ochils, where if you are determined enough, you can climb up to the grassy hills and see some lovely views over Clackmannanshire, Fife, and Stirlingshire – depending on which glen you choose!
‘Determined enough’ may be a touch misleading as this really is not a particularly long or strenuous trail. Like most of the glen walks, it has a few steeper bits and a good climb or two, but even after a few months of Covid laziness we were able to make it without too much difficulty.
The walk starts in a good-sized car park and follows a lovely babbling burn through the trees as it climbs.
Aside: I confess to having a massive weakness for rocky rivers, though I come by it honestly after childhood holidays in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. There is always a part of my brain seeking a way to get across even though falling in is often more likely. Whether I attempt to cross or just snap plenty of pics, I am sure to at least stop, so you can be assured of more to come.
Another weakness is waterfalls – closely related to rivers really. This one is just visible on the map above, and was courtesy of my at-the-time brand new fancy camera which I splurged on after the first few months of lockdown during which I was still working like mad but spending very little.
As we climbed up out of the trees, we were met by clumps of gorgeous purple, and the view opened up behind us. Both of us were struggling with knee pain a bit, so we stopped to enjoy the view.
The ‘goal’ of this walk is to make it to Smuggler’s Cave (L) but the path does continue on up the glen (R). We found a good spot for lunch and had a picnic before heading back down again. Overall not a particularly long walk, and we saw more than a few families with young children at the start. Of the Ochil glens I have explored it isn’t my favourite but it was something new and definitely a good weekend wander, well-maintained and easy to follow.
I thought it perhaps wisest to start my blog in the same place I started my Instagram account – the stunning Inchcolm Abbey, a medieval abbey founded in the 12th century on a island in the Firth of Forth, not far from Edinburgh. The island is still relatively easily accessible for day trips via a fantastic series of tours leaving from South Queensferry.
The island is also home to the ruins of World War II defences and a large colony of seagulls, as well as some local seals.
We used the Maid of the Forth which allows you about 90 minutes to explore the island in your own time before the next boat back – there are limited refreshment options available and a small shop. The boat tour itself takes you back under the three bridges crossing the Forth – rail and two road bridges – and is incredibly informative about the local area.
When I was seven years old, my parents took me along on my father’s business trip to Europe. I was a curious, well-behaved child, and so I was gifted with something to keep me busy – my first camera. I remember it well: 110mm, rectangular and bright yellow, with film cartridges shaped like dumbbells that were very easy to use.
It became my self-appointed task to record the trip on film, and so a hobby was born. I have been fortunate enough over the years to live in two of the most beautiful parts of the world I can think of – New England and Scotland – and my affinity for weathered stone was only confirmed during my years studying medieval history.
Photos have been my way of capturing a moment of history on film, and this blog is my way to share this love – for castles, cathedrals, stunning views and charming streets, the uniqueness of nature, and the many amazing walks and hikes I have taken in pursuit of these views.
Follow me on Instagram for some on-the ground pics, and I’ll post here as often as I can.
The Wandering Medievalist 