Back in the day when I was wee – those old days
when politicians were considered statesmen, those evenings when if your favourite programme was on the tele and you went out, you missed it. When the telephone
sat in the hall of a posh lady round the corner and you used it in dire emergencies and left money to pay for the call. Or it was a long walk to the telephone booth in the village…. You remember I'm sure, three channels on the TV
and even then you had to walk across the room to turn the dial.
It’s your judgement whether I am that old, or Glasgow is a bit backward.
The other things that used to happen when I was in
secondary school were one day skiing trips to Glen Shee. I never went as it cost
money and my dad thought skiing was ridiculous sport when you could be out on a
bike. He said he grew out the need to slide down a hill and then climb back to
the top when he was about four.
Interestingly when talking about the blog 'him
indoors' rolled his eyes and said 'so I went on a school trip to glen Shee once. To
go skiing.'
I was surprised.
He was sick
on the bus on the drive up; he went up on the chair lift, fell off his skis and spent
the rest of the day behind the toilets, him and his mates, chatting up the girls
from the posh school, rolling about in the snow and starting snowball fights.
It doesn’t happen now (the day trips to go skiing I mean, not the chatting up girls behind the toilets…)
The weather is too warm now in winter, and if it snows, it snows all over and the road are blocked. I think global warming or a
natural ebb and flow of seasonal weather has put an end to it being snowy ‘up
north’ while it was drivable rain ‘down south’ so that folk could get away to
ski.
Glen Shee is over near Braemar and that very posh
part of Perth where the queen goes her holidays. Glen Coe is the great glen up
the middle and home of the Glen Coe ski resort centre.
It has a phoenix like ability to exist, even when
the sole purpose for its existence is absent.
It has a ski lift, an old chair lift type that yanks
folk up, and down the ben. It must be 15 years or so since I saw somebody
go up there with skis. Mountain bikes, trail runners and wildlife photographers
are much more common now. Folk go up, soak in the view and come back down
again. The tearoom had expanded hugely, the toilet block extended into a
shower block. Overnight hobbit huts started to appear at the side of the car
park. Crime writers were known to rendezvous here for coffee, cake and gossip
as no matter where you were going on the west coast… this was theee road. It was
expensive but you could understand why, it wasn’t just the coffee, it was the
stop, the leg stretch watering the dog etc.
So it survived the lack of snow, then the whole
thing burned down on Christmas day 2019.
I knew that, of course I knew that but it had slipped from our consciousness
as we drove up to the car park saying thing like… they must be doing more work
on it etc. etc… then it dawned on us.
The owner probably spent the first three months of
20 20 clearing up after the fire.
Then the
virus hit and the highlands were effectively closed by the police – the joys of
having only two roads that go up and down the country. Many (not all English as
some would have you believe) thought the best way to go into lockdown was to
sit in a tent or a motorhome in a remote Scottish glen, 50 miles from any other
human being. The argument against that was of ‘well what would happen if
everybody did it.’
These villages rarely have a gp and the emergency
room transport is via helicopter, probably taking you back to where you came
from!
Here’s what social media is saying about the café
“Our main cafe building was burnt down on Christmas day 25th Dec
2019. A new cafe is currently being designed and will be in place by the
summer of 2021. In the meantime we have an amazing temporary cafe which will be
serving the same great home cooked food as normal from 9am until 8.00pm.
However during the Covid Crises the café will only be providing
take-away food. Outdoor seating is available. We will review this arrangement
regularly and may introduce some limited indoor seating–with appropriate social
distancing built into the layout:
– We are providing hand sanitiser at all entrances
– Movement through the building is clearly marked with direction arrows and spacing marks
– Only takeaway food will be provided
– We encourage you to make contactless payment whenever possible
– All surfaces will be cleaned frequently by staff member
– We are providing hand sanitiser at all entrances
– Movement through the building is clearly marked with direction arrows and spacing marks
– Only takeaway food will be provided
– We encourage you to make contactless payment whenever possible
– All surfaces will be cleaned frequently by staff member
Cafe opening times may be subject to change during
periods of bad weather in order to ensure staff safety.”
I like that last line!
The temp cafe and toilets
The white corries cafe
As close as I could get without my telephoto.
The white shepherd of the glen
Scottish crime writer in height of summer
Something was here but burned
The new seating arrangements....
What is left....
Still clearing the site
The road back to the main road
him indoors and hound on the rubble
I think those hills see us as tiny specs on their timeline.
Going to try the new blog thing now.
I may be some time.
C
"Hound on the Rubble," is a catchy title, but it's a kick-butt one for a potential international political thriller without the extra "b."
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'll go quietly to my room now.
Though I sympathize with the man who lost his business, Caro, the wilderness fancier in me kinda prefers it without the infrastructure. In its natural state, it is GORGEOUS!
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