This time last year, visiting Perth for Thanksgiving, I set out for a walk, the route of which I could easily picture in my mind but the distance (see map)…not so much.
It seems an even longer walk to recall, one year later, limited as I am by injury.
I was not even beyond the old town limits when I wondered what I had gotten myself into and yet seemed bent on proving something to myself. I knew all the landmarks and, besides, the route is a running course for the historic Glen Tay Block Race and I certainly had no plans to exert myself beyond a steady walk.
The old stone mill along the Tay River at Glen Tay is now a private residence.
It was a beautiful walk, although I don’t have a lot of pictures to show for it. If you refer again to the map, you’ll see a jag off the “block” route. I misjudged just how far it would be to go to my Mom’s very first home on the Upper Scotch Line. When I did finally get there I photographed the wrong house! Next time I go back for a look, it will be in a car!