I go all nostalgic when I’m riding the Royal Enfield 350 Classic – today I couldn’t help but turn off the main drag to Perth I was using as a starter for Dunkeld and beyond —

Up on the hill – Fowlis Wester has a pseudo Pictish stone behind railings as a centrepiece for the village square – the real stone from 7th or 8th century AD is kept in the church centre left —

The low cloud chased me farther up into the hills to the north and by the time I had my phone/camera all buttoned up it had enveloped me —

But not for long as I scampered over the salt and grit strewn roads – stopping only for a swift pic of the falls on the River Almond above a broken down ancient bridge on the way to Logiealmond via Harrietfield —

In a change of plan en route I had decided to ride to Dunkeld via the ford in the hills at Little Glenshee – thick low cloud caught me on the single track and a quick turnabout had me heading south again on another detour —

Thats when I spotted this farm sign for Drumharrow which jogged something in my memory banks – 75 years ago exactly I had been living here and helping my mother pick tatties as my father ploughed them up using three Clydesdale horses towing a tattie digger up and down the drills. I remember it as a muddy place then and it still is today – only the machinery has changed for I met a huge tractor and trailer loaded with tattie boxes filling that muddy track today —

Time for another turnaround and heading for home – squinting into the setting sun via Monzie Castle – at least there was enough daylight left to let me wash the salt off the RE350 after she had cooled 🤠