The car was parked at the Glacks of Balloch and I set off in sunny but cold weather - only 2 degrees with fresh snow in the shade. The first part of the walk along a landrover track was very wet and resembled a stream more than a track. No doubt the very wet April had something to do with it.
After just over a mile there is a lovely, granite cottage with an old waterwheel millhouse. Whilst peering in the window I nearly had a heart attack as 2 resident pigeons decided to leave via the window. Doh.
The track then crosses a newly constructed "road" made from hardcore. It is a terrible blot on the landscape and is as wide as an A-class road. No doubt it is to be used to build the windfarm consisting of 59 turbines at Dorenell. I find it hard to imagine such a number in this deserted landscape - no doubt the £20 million Sir Christopher Moran Christopher Moran is receiving over 25 years helped him to make up his mind.
"Mr Moran made his first million by the age of 21, only to see his reputation ruined when, in 1982, he was expelled from Lloyd's of London, for "discreditable conduct". He was censured by the Stock Exchange four years later and in 1992 fined $2m (£1.15m) in New York for insider dealing."
www.independent.co.uk
Interesting website here with facts about the windfarm: http://www.stopdorenellwindfarm.co.uk/
After another mile there is an artificial pond that looks like it is for ducks to breed on in order that they can then be shot. Very peaceful with a few frogs at the water's edge. From here the track follows the River Fiddich and the first buildings you see are the dog kennels. They are splendid granite kennels and I was surprised to see they were occupied - the biggest (male) dog barked the whole time I was in sight. I hoped this would not alert the keeper as I was hoping to tour the abandoned lodge. Thankfully he must have been out and not at home in his house by the lodge.
The next buildings were small cottages probably occupied by lodge workers many years ago. I tried to imagine what life must have been like for the cooks and such like in the depths of winter - hard, no doubt! The cottages had some excellent, vintage wallpaper.
Next stop was the lodge and after a bit of hesitation I decided to enter via the wide-open door. The rooms were fascinating with a mixture of old seats (for keepers) and peeling wallpaper. The weather is making inroads and some parts the floors are rotten. Lots of glass is broken and in places has been covered with chicken mesh. This had not stopped the odd pheasant or bird getting in (and not out again). Some of the rooms were being used to rear birds - I wonder what the original occupiers would think?
 |
| Glenfiddich Lodge |
On one wall was a bell system with 24 bells on it - no doubt for summonsing a maid with another dram. One room had a chainsaw and I started to think about The Texas Chainsaw Massacre! Another seemed to be where the guns would be kept with what looked like gun racks above the huge fire.
 |
| You rang, my lord? |
 |
| Texas Chainsaw Massacre |
I left with a feeling of sadness. Why let a magnificent building fall into ruin when you are worth £200 million? Why not sell the buildings if you are not interested in them and provide houses for locals? Probably the same reason Moran has over 50 derelict cottages on his estate.
 |
| Gun room? |
Just as I started to walk back I was passed by a very young keeper in his green Landrover and traditional cap. He waved but didn't stop - I was expecting to have to explain myself. I stopped for a cup of tea and snack at the side of the pond and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. If only it had been warmer I would have loved to unpack the bivy bag ...
 |
| Good place for a windfarm! |
Back at the car and a change of boots after 7 miles of splendid scenery ...
No comments:
Post a Comment