Glen Lyon – home of the Fortingall Yew.

Last weekend we were hit with that terrible first World dilemma – day trip or mini break? It doesn’t take a genius to work out which option we chose.

Early Saturday morning we bundled into the car with The Wee White Dug. We were Glen Lyon bound for an overnight stay at the dog-friendly Fortingall Hotel in the pretty Perthshire village of Fortingall. Having street viewed the hotel on Google Maps it ticked all of my remote location requirements – pretty scenery, tiny village and a single track road.

With a 34 miles long glen to explore we were confident we’d find a great spot for hiking.

A Glen Lyon hike

We parked at Innerwick on the Meggernie Estate and checked a route map located in the car park.  We decided to do the Cam Chreag route, an 8 mile hike up a Corbett and back.  A Corbett is a Scottish hill between 2,500 and 3,000 feet high.

Mr G insisted he’d seen the start of the route a little further down the road by a war memorial. I mentioned the map seemed to suggest we were already at the start of the route but he was adamant, so off we marched in the direction of the war memorial.

Glen Lyon walksGuess what?  The Cam Chreag route started back in the carpark – who knew. So off we headed along the Kirk Road – a 14 mile route to Loch Rannoch and back.

Our hike out of Innerwick was long and steep. Some might say never ending or relentless. I muttered and moaned about Everest, the North Face of the Eiger, Meru and all of the other big mountains I could think of.

The boy found the skull of a long dead beastie on route and gave us his best Hamlet impression.  “Alas poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio”.

Once we’d scaled K2 the going was much easier.  The weather gods were smiling on us too, and the rain forecast didn’t materialise.

The wee dug was as happy as Larry amongst the heather and hills.  It never ceases to amaze me how hardy terriers are. The boy might be knee-high to a grasshopper but he’s a tough wee laddie.

Glen Lyon walks
Our route got its name as church goers living in remote communities around Loch Rannoch once walked it to get to Glenlyon Church at Innerwick.  A 14 mile round trip over hill and glen in all weather to listen to the meenister – no thank you.

Glen Lyon walksGlen Lyon walks Innerwick Church

An al fresco lunch

After a few hours hiking across lovely, remote moorland we’d worked up an appetite.

We decided to stop for lunch at the popular Glen Lyon Tearoom at Bridge of Balgie. I wasn’t sure it’d be open in early April given the remote location. I needn’t have worried, it was open and hooching. Since it was a nice day we ate al fresco. Yay – our first al fresco lunch of 2016.

We enjoyed home-made soup, sandwiches, ice-cold drinks and a nice pot of coffee. Casper enjoyed some lean ham, tuna and a snooze. All was good with the world.

Glen Lyon Tea Room
Glen Lyon Tea Room
On our way back through the glen to our hotel we stopped at Roman Bridge for a few snaps.

Known locally as Roman Bridge it’s actually far more recent, and probably dates to the 1700 or 1800s.

Roman Bridge Glen Lyon

Fortingall village and hotel

Checking-in at the Fortingall Hotel we heard those magic words which people travelling with dogs rarely, if ever hear. “You’ve been upgraded” – yee hah.  Our room was gorgeous – spacious, tastefully decorated and with pretty views of the glen.  There was even a decanter with a little tot of whisky for us to enjoy.

Fortingall Hotel
The Village of Fortingall has a very famous and very old resident. The Fortingall Yew is believed to be the oldest living thing in Britain.  It’s said to be 5,000 years old, but experts think it’s more likely to be somewhere in the region of 2,000 – 3,000 years old. Whatever the true age it’s staggering to think how long it’s stood there. Nine years my junior Mr G kindly pointed out that it was even older than me.

Fortingall Yew
Fortingall Yew
After Mr G’s age jibe I felt no guilt whatsoever in delaying beer o’clock to drag him to the edge of the village to view some standing stones.

There were three ancient stones, standing on a site which once compromised of three stone circles. Excavations at the site uncovered fragments of pot and cremated human bone. Even with those tiny nuggets of information, the true purpose of the stones will never be known for sure.

Standing stones, Fortingall
Thatched Cottages Fortingall
After a thorough exploration of the village, Mr G had earned his beer.

The Ewe Bar at the Fortingall Hotel is a relaxing haven with a roaring log fire. We arrived as some local musicians started jamming. Two guitars, a fiddle and song – they played a brilliant fusion of country and folk.

A fruity red wine, roaring fire, live music and my two favourite boys. What could be better.

Fortingall Hotel
Dinner that evening was excellent. Mr G had steak and declared it the best he’d ever eaten.

We ended our night in the lounge bar beside another cosy fire. It was perfect until another couple joined us and preceded to whisper loudly instead of speaking. It was weird and distracting. They seemed to be convinced that speaking out loud in hotels was forbidden. Maybe they’d mistaken the hotel for a library.

We decided to retreat to our room for a nightcap, and escape from their deafening whispers.

I braved the firewater in an attempt to develop an appreciation of my national drink. “Sip” – burn. “It’s not too bad” – burn. “It’s actually quite smooth” – burn.  How people manage to drink the stuff without grimacing is beyond me. Mr G wimped out completely and stuck with beer.

Fortingall Hotel
The next morning after a fab breakfast we checked out, but not before the boy had basked in attention and lots of compliments.

It’d been another excellent mini-break. And top marks too for dog friendliness and no hidden fees for dogs. The Wee White Dug gives The Fortingall Hotel and Glen Lyon a big paws up.  We do too.

Until next time ………..

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