I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Friday, October 13, 2017
Brian, Your House Needs Work . . .
The dog-stone and Dunollie
Back in “New” Scotland (Nova Scotia), we
have friends with the surname of MacDougall, so when we discovered that the
ancestral home of the MacDougall Clan was just down the road, we figured we’d
wander over, drop his name and have a visit. It sounded like pretty swanky
digs, high on a hill overlooking the mouth of Oban Harbour.
The Dunollie Castle, House and grounds
remains the ancestral home of the Clan MacDougall, but the house is now mostly
a museum, and the castle a majestic ruin on the
The remaining tower
hill. The house contains some
interesting historical artifacts, and allows you to see some of the rooms in
the old house. In one room there is a most amazing collection of over 5000
wooden spoons from the collection of Hope MacDougall, and another area displays
shoes and shoe makers tools.
The Castle ruins
A climb up to the castle reveals the “consolidation”
of Dunollie Castle. This means that the castle is too far ruined to be
restored, so it has been stabilized and the remaining structures have been made
safe for people to visit and explore. There really is not much left, just one
tower, part of another and a small section of wall. It is not surprising, since
the history on a handout seem to indicate that the Clan MacDougall ended up on
the wrong side of Scotland’s rulers on a number of occasions and lost all their
ancestral lands at least twice.
Walking down from the castle, you can
wander through a beautiful willow garden where a local Girl Guide group had
decorated a tree with painted wooden spoons, inspired perhaps by Hope
I was hoping to catch my friend Brian MacDougall
at his ancestral home and thought I might share a wee dram with him, but
mentioning his name did not even get me a reduced admission price, I had to
play the “Senior” card to get a discount.