I’m the daughter of an avid angler, so I suppose it’s not surprising that I have a thing for rivers. The Findhorn has to be a favourite, not only because it flows through some of the most awe-inspiring Scottish landscapes, but also because I love the way its character changes along its route. I was lucky enough to explore a short section while we were on holiday in August – and despite having had very little rain for weeks (apparently), it still managed to give me a thrill.
Our first stop was at the somewhat misleadingly named Randolph’s Leap. (the story behind the name is wonderfully expressed here – do read about it).
My heart was in my mouth as we walked around the banks here, but this is popular kayaking water – that’s not a sport for me!
I tried to imagine what it was like to have leaped across the rocks here, but even thinking about it made my knees turn to jelly.
Further along the Findhorn, is Dulsie Bridge.
On the day we went, a couple of very polite young lads were preparing to jump from it – I tell you this because I thought they were joking, but later, as we were walking along, we heard a tremendous splosh – they were serious – mad I’d call it. (We did see them walk back up the road a while later, smiling!)
There’s something entrancing about rushing rivers on a hot summer day.
My last visit to the river here was 18 years ago – nothing seemed to have altered.