Wasn't I cute! That's me, the little boy with the fish and sitting by the loch with his model boat. Mum and Dad bought an old croft house as a holiday home and I spent most of my childhood holidays here. The journey from London used to take three days in the Landrover dormobile that you can see in some of the pictures, and it took a few days just to recover... The last day of the journey was the most fun, as we'd set off from Carrbridge, where we'd camped and drive up the old A9 to Inverness. That was a winding and tricky road with sharp narrow right-angled turns under the railway bridges.

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Then, in Inverness, (which you had to drive through as the Kessock bridge hadn't yet been built) we'd buy as much fresh meat and veg as we could eat in the first few days. Then out, through Muir of Ord (where Mum had a favourite bakery) and Beauly, where there was a PYO place for strawberries. And then out onto the single track roads, which began at Garve.

We even used to come here at Christmas, travelling up on the sleeper train, which made (still makes?) a proper clickity-clack noise from Perth onwards as the rail was still fishplated, and then renting a car in Inverness. I don't remember being cold...

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There was no electricity then and before about 1968, not even any mains water. We filled a bucket from the spring across the way.

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Later on, in 1990, my parents retired here and now my brother and I own it. There's another page, people, where I'm setting down memories of the locals that I spent time with as a child.

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