Perthshire treasures, and the wedding draws near.
It’s July 3rd 1962 and Gran’s second, and much longed-for holiday in Scotland is about to begin. Her companion, Pauline Muirhead is not delayed, as Gran had feared; she is there at Euston when Gran, met first by Barry at Waterloo, arrives in time for their ten o’clock departure for Perth.
Once beyond Lancaster, she really feels that she is “in the north”, delighted by unfamiliar flowers such as Wood Cranesbill and Melancholy Thistle, seen by the railway line.
However, with Beattock Summit passed, she is less impressed with Scotland’s visible industry:
We stopped at Carstairs and Motherwell, passing Shield’s Colliery and others with the attendant hideous slag heaps, which are a blot on the countryside, though slightly improved when herbage covers them.
Beyond Coatbridge and Larbert, she has kinder things to say about the area in which I now live:
…the most beautiful scenery as we looked across at the Ochil Hills with the play of sunshine and cloud shadows upon them. We could see Wallace’s Monument, in which is his sword, commemorating the Battle of Bannockburn.