For The Love of Travel

I saw the flyer for the Barr ‘wee’ Gallery displayed on the noticeboard when we paying for lunch at the Whitings Restaurant @ Maidens. We decided to visit on the weekend driving through the beautiful valley of the Stinchar and the winding scenic Carrick hills. 

Rising in the Galloway Forest, the Stinchar river flows through the villages of Barr, Pincherry and Colonel, reaching the sea at Ballantrae. There are many oak woodlands and a huge variety of wildlife, including badgers, otters, greater spotted woodpeckers, owls. Hadyard Hill wind farm provides an eery and dramatic backdrop of “technology of the new age” on the hillsides, with sheep in the foreground as they have lain for many a century. 

We got to the Barr wee Gallery and saw the gorgeous works produced by Merlin and Angus Currie (he received a wee grant from the Prince’s trust and has been developing his business with his mother as a result) – fused glass art works and plates in every imaginable colour to suit your taste, portraits, paintings, and cards. See Angus’ work @ http://ayeglass.com/ 

Angus recommend we also visit Peinn Mor Pottery on our way through to the coast. A slight diversion inland and we arrived at Peinn Mor pottery – to be greeted by Keith and Beryl Dawdry, the makers of contemporary Scottish studio ceramics. They showcase work by themselves along with ceramics by Simon and Clare Dawdry of We Make Pots. Jacqui and Jack got tempted by one of the celtic inspired flagons displayed (more purply hues than the one pictured) and decided to buy it. Keith was also a whiz in being a local tour guide and suggested we visit Glenapp House, just south of Ballantrae. He told us we should ring beforehand and make a booking, which we did, as the estate was private and ‘hidden’ down a side road (no sign posts).

 

After our retail therapy morning, and before we made our way to Glenapp House, we were searching for a place to eat on the coast road with an ocean view and came across the Pebbles Spa bistro at Lendalfoot, which is open to the general public. Lovely views from the bistro and great food – we had goats cheese with honeyed mustard as a starter and breadcrumbed haddock and chips, and macaroni cheese as mains. Absolutely delicious! Recommend highly.

Wow, Glenapp!!  We were taken on a private tour of the public areas of the Castle.

It was built in 1870, a strilingly beautiful example of Scottish baronial style of architecture. Designed by the celebrated architect David Bryce for the Deputy Lord Lieutenant of Ayrshire, Mr James Hunter, the castle’s mellow sandstone battlements are topped by soaring turrets and towers,earning Glenapp rightful place as one of the most romantic castles in Scotland. 

From 1902, world renowned gardner Getrude Jekyll and Sir Robert Lotimer, a prolific architect, were commissioned to design the Italian garden from scratch.  (Gertrude had created around 400 gardens in Europe, UK and America). 

The Walled Garden predates the castle, with some of its fruit trees planted in the early Victorian period.   Local hoteliers, the McMillan Family, purchased the castle in 1994, by which time parts of the castle and grounds had fallen into a poor state of repair. Family members embarked on a 6 year period of restoration of castle, gardens and grounds retaining original character and atmosphere. Now part of the exclusive Relais chain of hotels. 

Check out the view of the castle from the ornamental pond!!!! Stunning!!! 

Born in 1856 at a time of huge growth in industry, commerce, trade and financial institutions. Hardie’s Scotland, while an age of industrial triumphs, was also an age of appalling social deprivation – urban squalor, compounded by drink abuse, bad housing, low wages, long hours and shame education. Before the age of 10, he was the sole wage earner in his working class, atheist family. His experience of hardship was the source of his passion for social justice.  “I am an agitator. My work consisted of trying to stir up divine discontent with wrong”.

He was self-taught, avidly reading books lent by a clergyman. This led to two major conversions in his life – first to Christianity and then to socialism.

Passing through Dumfries, we saw the red sandstone bridge arching over the River Nith. The Devorguilla bridge is one of the oldest in Scotland (named after Dervorguilla of Galloway, c. 1210 – 28 January 1290, a ‘lady of substance’ in 13th century Scotland, mother of John I, a future king of Scotland. Just as a by-the-by, when her husband died in 1269, she had his heart embalmed and kept in a casket of ivory bound with silver. The casket travelled with her for the rest of her life. Awwh!).

We soon came across the picturesque New Abbey village, getting out of the car to stretch our legs with a walk past adorable old cottages.

Then onto see the cottage where Jean Paul Jones was born in 1747, with stunning views of the Solway and the Lake District.
He first went to sea at 13 from the nearby port of Carsethorn, where he signed up for a 7 yr seaman’ apprenticeship. In 1766 he transferred as first mate to a slave ship in Jamaica. He quit the slave trade son after in disgust calling it an abominable trade and was given free passage home on the “John” of Kirkcudbright. He took command of the ship when the captain died from a fever. The ship’s owners appointed him master for the John’s next voyage to America. He became a high ranking naval officer, serving in the American, French and Russian navies. He is famous as the “father of the American Navy” due to his exploits during the American War of Independence. In Great Britain, he was known as a pirate, notorious for his raise on the Cumbrian port of Whitehaven and for his daring attack on the Royal Navy at Flamborough Head in He considered himself a “citizen of the world” and died penniless in Paris in 1792.  He rested in an unmarked grave in a Parisian Cemetary for over a century before Teddy Roosevelt initiated a search and his body was brought back to the US in 1905 and laid to rest in Annapolis Naval Academy.

Travelling three miles south of Dalbeattie, a side road turns west and leads you the extra mile along the cul-de-sac road to Kippford. This narrow village runs along the shore of the Urr Estuary and is in places just a single building wide. At the northern end of the village, the road into the village meets the sea. The estuary here remains extremely popular with yachtsmen as well as with those simply wanting to be beside the sea. With its largely white coated buildings, the village is extremely charming. Lunch at the Anchor hotel for the 3 of us.

Jacqui, Jack and I were then on our way to Kirkcudbright (pronounced Kir-coo-bree) and saw this beautiful, huge but random wicker structure in a field. What was the meaning, why was it there?? Don’t know, but had to scream to a halt and take a pic!

Last spot for the day was Kirkcudbright, which takes its name from a church established in the 8th century, the area being part of the Kingdom of Northumbria. By 1200, it was an important centre for the Lords of Galloway, who made use of the natural for their fleet of warships. From military beginnings, the town grew by the River Dee, becoming a busy port by the mid 1500’s. The charms of this town and its surroundings have attracted artists since the late 1800’s and its reputation as a artists town is well-established. I loved the restored 18th and 19thC merchant houses in the High St.

Spent a few hours in Ayr walking around the old part – New Bridge which had been coverted from wood into stone in the 15thC; Auld Brig (one of the finest medieval bridges in Scotland that now is just used by pedestrians); Wellington Square and the impressive county offices and Sheriif’s Court; Ayrshire coastal pathway. 

Travelled onto Dunure to see the castle ruins 

and then savoured a delicious fish and chips lunch from the Harbour View Coffee Shop (and the scene of pooch begging for ice-cream, which succeeded).

On the road again to see the exquisite circa 1820 small villa on Kirkmichael Rd neatly built in ashlar.  I could move in tomorrow…..and then visited the delightful Kirkmichael village a few miles down the road.

Just out of Kirkmichael was the private Cloncaird Castle, that we saw when we rounded a bend…wow! It stands on a precipitous slope, originally built during the 16th century, and is described as having been in the style of feudal mansions of that period, with huge square tower, narrow spiral staircase, and other indications of the time to which it belonged. Towards the close of the 16th century it was in the possession of Walter Mure, a scion of the Auchendrane family, and cousin of the unscrupulous Laird of Auchendrane who devised the ‘Ayrshire Tragedy’. This Walter Mure of Cloncaird was the actual perpetrator of the murder of Sir Thomas Kennedy of Culzean, and was assisted in the execution of his dreadful crime by his boon companion, Kennedy of Drumurchy.

The Castle came into the hands of Henry Ritchie Esq. of Craigton and Busbie early in the 19thC.  Ritchie was succeeded by his second son William Wallace in 1843 and it remained in the Wallace family until sold in 1905 to Mrs Dubs, the widow of an industrialist. Colonel Wallace, who had sold the castle to Mrs Dubs, went on to marry her in 1908, reinstating himself as a result. Most of the interior remodelling of the castle is thought to date from the renovations by Mrs Dubs around this time.  On Mrs Dubs death in 1947, the castle became a convalescent home ran by the local authority. It was returned to private use in the later 20th century. Now, Cloncaird Castle and Cottages set within a 140 acre estate, provide holiday accommodation, and host romantic riverside walks, salmon fishing and shooting which can be arranged on request.

Tonight, Janice and Frits treated us to a performance at the House from a Scots piper, who played various tunes but also explained the intricacies of the bagpipe instrument and achieving the tones. Hannah and Jasper had a go and discovered how much lung capacity you need to get a sound out!  And the local  cows came to the back fence to listen.