Around the area of Dunkeld, Trochry and Amulree are traces of paths, ruined houses, wonky, winding stone walls and endless questions. Was this the remains of a house? Why was it here? Why are there so many puzzling traces of paths or roads?
I wander around the fields close to home almost daily. Crossing the A82 I sometimes see in my minds eye the retreating figure of Beatrix Potter driving her little pony carriage up to Kinloch. We know she did this as she recounts it in her diary of the late 1880s, and the road was only built in 1832. Before this, crossing the Braan was done on huge flat stepping stones, a perilous event, and the road, with subsequent bridges made it suddenly possible to venture further afield - and faster, as horse drawn carriages made it much less onerous than on foot.