Dufftown – a weekend in whisky country

February arrived, bringing with it the dreaded lurgy. It struck me first, then floored Mr G the next day. After ten days of flu we had a severe case of sorry-for-self-itis. It felt like months since we’d rambled around Scotland. Craving scenery and fresh air, our trip to Dufftown came just at the right time. A weekend in whisky country would cheer us up.

We left Edinburgh with no fixed plans for our journey north, other than finding somewhere to stop for a potter and a bowl of soup for lunch.

Cairngorms National Park

It was a beautiful day – even the perpetually gloomy Pass of Drumochter looked springlike when we drove through it.

Before Mr G became a hobby snapper, stopping en route to a destination was frowned upon. Road-trips involved me gazing forlornly out of the car window at multiple missed photo opportunities. So, when he suggested we stop at Ruthven Barracks near Kingussie on this trip the irony wasn’t lost on me. He’d never willingly visited the site before.

Ruthven Barracks

Ruthven Barracks were built after the Jacobite rising of 1715.  Stationing government troops in the Highlands meant they could be mobilised quickly to deal with rebellion.  In 1745 the Jacobites led by Bonnie Prince Charlie, rallied for another attempt to put a Stuart back on the throne.  On 11th February 1746 they captured Ruthven Barracks.

On 16th April 1746 the ’45 ended with a heavy Jacobite defeat at Culloden. It was at Ruthven Barracks that the survivors learned Bonnie Prince Charlie had fled, leaving them to their fate.  They torched the place and left.

An air of melancholy hangs over the site today, but it’s scenic (and photogenic) – hence Mr G’s sudden interest in Jacobite history.

Ruthven Barracks, Kingussie Ruthven Barracks, KingussieRuthven Barracks, Kingussie

A bite to eat and a VERY stiff breeze

After visiting Ruthven Barracks we stopped for lunch at the Red Squirrel Cafe in Glenmore. We wanted simple comfort food – we found it. Tattie, leek and neep soup, cake and coffee – perfect.

Red Squirrel Cafe, Glenmore

It was a gorgeous day, so we decided to venture deeper into the Cairngorms National Park to fill our lungs with fresh mountain air.

We parked at Cairngorm Mountain and a delighted Wee White Dug made a beeline for a small patch of snow.  He rolled in it like a wild thing – he’s snow obsessed that boy.

We were in grouse territory so we scanned the hillside looking for the feathered beasties. Like most of our wildlife spotting attempts we were on a hiding to nothing. We have no patience, so wildlife spotting involves a five-minute scan of the countryside before we give up and storm off.

Cairngorm Mountain Cairngorm Mountain

It was freakishly mild for the time of year. 13 degrees in these parts in February is not the norm.  The gale force wind that lurks on every Scottish mountain was present though.

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Into whisky country & Clan Grant territory

We continued north and into the Speyside whisky region (which also happens to be Clan Grant territory).

We couldn’t resist stopping at the fairytale gatehouse of Ballindalloch Castle on the banks of the River Avon. Ballindalloch Castle has been home to the MacPherson-Grant family since 1546.

The Wee White Dug posed proudly for a photo, then charged up to the gatehouse as if he expected to be invited in. He looked put out when I explained we weren’t castle dwelling members of Clan Grant.

Ballindalloch Castle, MorayBallindalloch Castle, Moray

After leaving Ballindalloch Castle we stopped at Craigellachie Bridge. The category A listed bridge was built by Thomas Telford between 1812 and 1815. It’s Scotland’s oldest surviving iron bridge. It’s also a lovely place to stop for a wander by the River Spey.

Golden hour fell soon after we arrived, casting a warm, amber light over everything – even the boy was aglow.

Craigellachie Bridge, Craigellachie Craigellachie Bridge, Craigellachie

A bijou gem in Dufftown

Our accommodation was tucked away in a quiet, gated courtyard in the centre of Dufftown.

One look at the semi-detached cottage and I knew we were going to enjoy staying there.  It looked really plush. It was called I Wee Kalf which appealed to my sense of humour. One week off – get it?

I Wee Kalf, Dufftown I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

Inside, the cottage was decorated to a high standard throughout. It was bijou, but with a lounge/kitchen and an en suite bedroom we had plenty of space for a comfortable stay.

I Wee Kalf, Dufftown I Wee Kalf, Dufftown I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

A welcome note from the owner sent me rushing to check inside the freezer. Woooooo hooooo ‘smoky & peaty’ – my favourite whisky ice cream from Dufftown’s very own Balvenie Street Ice Cream. I’d be tucking into that later.

There was an honesty bar too, with some fine local malts to sample – and sample I would.

Balvenie Street Ice Cream, Dufftown I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

That evening we had dinner at the dog-friendly Stuart Arms Bar. In two minutes we went from cottage to table. One mac n cheese and chicken curry later, we were ready to settle down for the night at our cosy but n ben.

Stuart Arms, Dufftown

Fleecy PJs on, I tucked into a bowl of whisky ice cream and a dram of Singleton.

I Wee Kalf, Dufftown I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

A new day dawns in whisky country

We woke early the next morning, raring to get outside.

First things first though – breakfast.

Porridge (with honey for me and jam for Mr G) and wholemeal toast with Glenfarclas whisky marmalade.

The breakfast of champions.

I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

Auchindoun Castle

It was lovely outside – not what we’d expected when we arranged a mid-February trip to Dufftown.

A few miles from Dufftown, Auchindoun Castle was our first stop of the day.  The 15th century ruin sits in a secluded spot, reached via a short walk through farmland.

Auchindoun CastleAuchindoun Castle

Like many Scottish castles, this one has a dark past.  In 1571 the then owner of Auchindoun, Sir Adam Gordon attacked Corgarff Castle, setting it on fire and killing twenty-seven members of the household, including the lady of the house Margaret Campbell.

Auchindoun CastleAuchindoun Castle

Today, it’s such a peaceful place that it’s hard to imagine dastardly deeds being plotted there.

Auchindoun Castle

Spey Bay

Castle exploring done, we headed to Spey Bay on the Moray coast. Spey Bay is a small village that sits where the River Spey flows into the Moray Firth. It’s a good place to visit for wildlife spotting. Dolphins, seals and otters can all be seen there, if you have a keen eye and a bit of patience – needless to say we spotted nothing. We did enjoy a nice walk though.

There’s a well-preserved ice house at Spey Bay too – a remnant of the salmon fishing industry that thrived there for centuries.

Spey Bay, MoraySpey Bay, Moray

It was time for elevenses, so we drove to the nearby village of Garmouth in search of caffeine.

In June 1650, the exiled Charles II landed in Garmouth. If he landed there today, he’d be able to enjoy a good cup of coffee and some delicious home baking from the Speyside Coffee Roasting Co – a small batch coffee roastery and cafe located in the village.  It’s one of our favourite coffee stops in Scotland.

Whisky galore at Glen Moray Distillery

A weekend in whisky country wouldn’t be complete without visiting a distillery.  As luck would have it we’d been invited to visit Glen Moray Distillery.  Fay and Graham Coull who live there (Graham’s the Master Distiller) are Twitter buddies of mine.

A weekend in whisky country

I’m still a novice when it comes to whisky (and Mr G is frightened of it, even in ice cream form) but we’re both fascinated by the whisky making process.

Glen Moray Distillery, ElginGlen Moray Distillery, Elgin

When Graham opened up one of the distillery’s duty-free warehouses to let us peek inside we both uttered an awestruck “WOW”.  Rows of whisky barrels stretched off into the dark recesses of the warehouse. It was an incredible sight.

Glen Moray Distillery, ElginGlen Moray Distillery, Elgin

We also got to visit the malt silo and copper stills.  The copper stills are easily the most iconic thing you’ll see on a distillery tour.

Glen Moray Distillery, Elgin

It was a fascinating visit and such an honour to have Graham and Fay show us around.  We’ll definitely be doing the full tour (sans The Wee White Dug) as soon as we find the time.

Rothes – The Dounie Walk

We were keen to get a decent walk under our belts, so we stopped in Rothes to do The Dounie walk there.

Setting off from Rothes Castle (or what’s left of it) we headed uphill towards the town’s golf course.

Rothes Castle, Rothes

Reaching the golf course we cut across the top of it and down a steep path into The Dounie.

The Dounie consists of a pair of leafy glens – Little Dounie and Muckle (big) Dounie. Once immersed in the leafy loveliness it feels really calm and remote. It’s hard to believe there’s a town with a thriving whisky industry a stone’s throw away.

The Dounie, Rothes

The return leg of our walk took us back through The Dounie, then into the centre of Rothes via Glenrothes Distillery.  We were wheezing slightly as we climbed the steep wee hill to Rothes Castle where we’d left the car.

We’d managed a modest (but respectable post flu) five kilometre walk.  We were back in the game and it felt so good to be rambling around Scotland again.

Glenrothes Distillery, Rothes

Time to relax

After a takeaway dinner (lazy self-catering at its best) we spent a relaxing night listening to music. I indulged in another large bowl of whisky ice cream.

The Wee White Dug spent his evening loafing like a sultan, puggled (tired) after his fun-packed day.

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A morning in Dufftown

We woke the next morning to another lovely day. I cooked us a healthy(ish) fry up as Mr G packed the car.

I Wee Kalf had been an excellent base for a weekend in whisky country.

Bacon and tattie scones are tasty but they need to be walked off, so after leaving our cute cottage we set off on a local walk.

I Wee Kalf, Dufftown

The Giant’s Chair (a rock formation) can be visited as part of a circular walk.

Mortlach Kirk

We started our morning hike at Mortlach Kirk. The kirk was established in 566 making it one of the oldest continuously used Christian worship sites in Scotland.

Mortlach kirkyard is entered via a gate decorated with a Pictish stone. It’s a depiction of a stone that stands inside the kirkyard.

Mortlach Kirk, Dufftown

The stone is weathered and the carvings are hard to make out. The serpent is easiest to spot and I could just make out the man on horseback, but the rest was invisible to me.

Can you see them?

Pictish stone, Dufftown Pictish stone, Dufftown

The Giant’s Chair Walk

Leaving the kirkyard we followed a sign for Giant’s Chair. The path led us along the grassy bank of a burn, before climbing into a steep, wooded gorge.

Along the way we passed stones carved with quotes inspired by nature.

Giant’s Chair walk, Dufftown Giant’s Chair walk, Dufftown

The boy was in his element until we reached a wooden bridge. He won’t walk on anything with holes underfoot, so Mr G had to carry him across.

Giant’s Chair walk, Dufftown Giant’s Chair walk, Dufftown

We stopped briefly, to watch a waterfall tumbling, down into the gorge.

A while later we reached the Giant’s Chair – neither of us could fathom out how it resembled a chair.

Giant’s Chair, Dufftown

Far more interesting was the Giant’s Cradle a short distance away. The Giant’s Cradle is a large pothole, which was carved by ice.

We crossed a very shoogly bridge to reach it (only narrowly avoiding falling into the rocky burn below).

Giant’s Cradle, Dufftown

Mr G tried to coax the boy inside but he was having none of it. When I climbed in he jumped in after me and happily posed for photos – he’s such a mummy’s boy.

Giant’s Cradle, Dufftown Giant’s Cradle, Dufftown

The final leg of our walk took us along a quiet country road towards Dufftown. The boy led the way with a spring in his step.

We all had a spring in our step – it was a lovely morning, we were surrounded by gorgeous scenery and doing what we loved.

Walk over, it was time to say goodbye to Dufftown.

Giant’s Chair walk, Dufftown Giant’s Chair, Dufftown

One last stop at Speyside Cooperage

The last time we passed the Speyside Cooperage Mr G wasn’t a keen Instagrammer – he paid little heed to the barrels piled up at the site.  This time round he nearly lost his mind when he saw them – snap, snap, snap went his camera.  If you’ve known the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, take that excitement and double it!

The cooperage is one of the last remaining in the UK where barrels are made by hand.  It’s also the only one with a visitor centre, so you can watch the coopers in action.

Speyside CooperageSpeyside Cooperage

Speyside Cooperage

A weekend in whisky country turned out to be exactly what we needed to recover from the lurgy.

The accommodation for this trip was provided by Sykes Holiday Cottages to allow me to create content for their #bucketlistbreaks campaign on Instagram.  All opinions are my own.

Until next time ……………

24 thoughts on “Dufftown – a weekend in whisky country

  1. Loved reading your post as always. I have now added a few of your stops to our itinerary when we go back (in 14 days😁). Thank you for such interesting, informative and often funny blogs. So glad I came across your site.

    1. That’s wonderful, it’s always nice to hear the places I share inspire people to visit them. I hope you have a fantastic time. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿😊

  2. Aww, that pic of windblown Casper just made me laugh! And he is right at home in top of a whiskey barrell! Wonderful trip, thanks again for a lovely stroll through Scotland!

    1. Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. He’s some boy, I couldn’t stop laughing at the fact he was still posing for a photo despite the wind.

  3. We enjoyed your adventures very much. We were in Scotland again a few years ago for a wedding. Toured the Ramsay castle, Dalhousie. We have had Westies for 25 year. We lost our beloved Margaret on January18, this year who was 13. Miss her soo much. Have another Westie, Katie Charlotte who is nine. Westies are such lovable companions.

    1. I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. It’s really heart breaking when they go – they live on in our hearts forever. They’re wonderful little companions. I’m so happy you enjoyed your virtual trip to whisky country.

  4. I LOVE your adventures with the Wee White Dug! I’ve been reading your posts to plan our trip to Scotland in May (only 65 days away🥰). We have a wee white dig of our own, but he won’t be traveling with us. Grammy and Grampy will be spoiling him while we’re away! I can’t wait to read about your next adventure. Glad you are feeling better and the weather is getting warmer☀️

    1. Thank you – May will be here before you know it. I bet your wee white dug will be spoiled rotten by Grammy and Grampy while you’re away. I’m so glad the blog has given you some ideas for your trip. Have a wonderful time when it comes. 😊🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

  5. Your wee white dug ☺cheers my ❤heart❤ everyday. Lost my rascally pie-faced cairn Roscoe sometime back, but can’t get another doggie until we rip off the back of the house and reclaim the backyard. Your travels stir the Scot, Welsh, and Irish blood that aches to visit its unknown homeland. Thank you so much for sharing your lives. You don’t know how much it lifts me up during these heavy times in which we live. Bless you all.🙏🙏

    1. I’m so sorry to hear about your wee dog. I hope you manage to finish the work on the house soon so you can welcome a new four- legged friend to the family. So happy to hear you enjoy following the blog and the boy’s travels. 😊🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

  6. Hi, Lee from Florida here. Every time I read your blog I count the days until my trip to Scotland (May 18). You’ve given me so many ideas on places to visit. Thank you so very much!

    1. Thanks for reading Lee. I really appreciate you taking the time out to join me for a virtual tour. Your trip will be here before you know it. May’s a great month to visit too.

  7. Another fabulously written descriptive adventure!!!
    Love your adventures and LOVE LOVE the Wee Dugs photos. Cant wait to be in Scotland in 98 days👍

    1. Thank you, I’m so happy you enjoyed it. How excited you have a trip to look forward to. It’ll be amazing. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

  8. Fabulous post and enjoyed it immensely. Loved the wind on Casper’s face. and I was taken with the sleeping photograph. My Benji is no slouch when it comes to finding a comfortable position to spread out. I was at the White Horse Distillery at Port Dundas, Glasgow, many years ago, but all the warehouses and the distillery are long gone. There was a Cooperage there but that’s gone too.

    1. Thank you. Dogs are experts when it comes to loafing. A lot of the old whisky warehouses in Scotland are now fancy flats. I remember when they closed in Edinburgh too. Thankfully there are more and more opening these days and the Scotch whisky industry seems to be thriving. I love when old traditions and jobs survive.

  9. Sam, that was a delightful post to read! It filled me with nostalgia for Scotland and clearly shows the need for my wife and I to visit again and enjoy its beauty and flavors!

    Thank you!
    Frank

    1. Thank you so much. It sounds as if you and your wife are definitely due another visit to Scotland. 😊🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

  10. Glad you have recovered, and are back in the saddle! I enjoyed the glimpse of green, and promise of Spring – and especially the “bit of a breeze” on poor Casper!!

    1. It was such a relief to get outside again. I don’t cope well with being cooped up indoors. The boy is such a good sport. I love how he’s still posing for a photo despite the beard bluster. 😂

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