“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

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April 13 & 14: Highland 'wildlife' & not going back in time

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The infamous 'stolen' beanie (shown: washed and dried)

Memory is a really weird thing and reflecting back to last week is a weird task.  We checked out of The Glen for genuinely the last time, and decided to get southeast to Braemar.  Given that the weather gods were still against us and the ground was still wet and cold with sleet, we decided to give another day of hiking a miss and head to the Highland Wildlife Park to see some actual wildcats (also wolves).

In the last little while I have become very skeptical of zoos and places that keep animals in captivity.  While I think it can be really irresponsible to keep animals confined for our pleasure, that’s probably the no. 1 way that children and people develop a love for non-domestic animals and does a lot in the way of inspiring people to look after animals.  I was really keen to see wolves and reindeer and, of course, the Scottish wildcats that are flourishing in their breeding program, so we bit the bullet and went.

We were pleasantly surprised by the park, which featured a ‘main reserve’ that you accessed by car, and a secondary reserve that you could walk around.  I guess it makes sense that an animal park in the Highlands can have acres and acres for deer to explore, so they’re not so cramped.  The one place this became really obvious was the polar bear area, where two male bears were policing the fence because they could smell a female.  My other experience with captive polar bears is SeaWorld, which had a lot more water for them to play in but was much, much smaller.  While my initial thought was that the area looked much less polished, I came to realise it was far less contrived and tourist-driven and probably suited the needs of the bears a lot better.  When we went to the talk about them and watched their feeding time, the keeper gave us a bit talk about climate change and how we could help the polar bears, before giving them lunch.

Arktos, the polar bear

Our next big stop was wildcats, which looked like beautiful big moggies with stumpy tails and slightly squashed little faces.  They were very fluffy.  What Jackson Galaxy would refer to as ‘a cat superhighway’ was built around the perimeter of the human viewing area, so they could get a good view of what was going on.  We were there at the right time for wildcat feeding, and got a lengthy talk about the importance of keeping domestic cats inside. 

“Even if they’re desexed and can’t mate with the wildcats,” the keeper said, “they’ve got more energy from all the food they’re fed at home and then catch and kill the prey that wildcats should eat.  There’s not enough food leftover for them.”

There are only something like 400 Scottish wildcats left, and possibly only 10% of those are pureblooded wildcats.  They can tell the lineage by DNA testing, because wildcats have a different ancestor to our domestics, even though they can breed together.

A Scottish wildcat, sniffing out the grouse the keeper hid for her

The next stop was the wolves.  I like wolves.  I have a huge tattoo of wolves on my right thigh, because they’re one of the best animals in the world.  For all the love I have for wolves, I’ve never been able to see them in person.  When I did, I cried.  It was The Elephant House all over again, and I was blubbering away about how pretty the wolves were and their soft little faces and how majestic they looked.  I wish it was a graceful, tear rolling down the face, “I’m a bit overwhelmed” kind of cry, but it was a snotty, shaking, shivering one. Nicholas sighed and patted me on the back.

There were reindeer next to the wolves and I had previously been really excited to see the reindeer, but was so distracted by the wolves that I can hardly remember them.  There was a red squirrel scurrying around their enclosure and one of them was scratching his antlers.  The wolves, though.

Majestic beastie

Two majestic beasties


We saw a very active wolverine, red pandas munching on carrots and a fat, friendly little arctic fox who was simultaneously determined to be our best friend and terrified of us.  The temperature dropped about ten degrees and everyone else left the park, but we did one last trip around to say goodbye to the animals.  We were probably the last ones out, and the coldest.  The heated seats in our hire car are a godsend.

A red panda eating a carrot

An arctic fox mistaking a stick for his dinner


We thought we'd found the perfect campsite until we saw this sign

The trip to Braemar was very long and very scenic and we ended up with not enough time to pitch a tent, so pulled off to a viewing spot and slept in the car with our sleeping bags and heated seats.  There’s not much to say about the afternoon, but I fell asleep feeling very content and happy.  The playlist was good, the views were good, we saw lots of deer peering at us through the trees.  All was well.

The next morning we popped into the information center in Braemar to check on the weather, which warned us of high winds – which we decided to avoid, so forwent a day on mountains.  We decided to do the short drive to Aberdeen but got side-tracked looking at our tourist map, which labeled stone circles and other points of interest.  It turned into a day of finding carved Pictish stones and stone circles nearby (we later found out that we could’ve picked up a map with an actual trail for these stones from the tourist office we’d visited that very same day, but there’s nothing like finding these things for yourself).

Our first stop was the Cullerlie Stone Circle.  MAINTAINED BY HISTORIC SCOTLAND, the sign proclaimed.  Historic Scotland were in the process of maintaining (read: deweeding) the historic spot and a retired farm dog had jumped the fence for some attention.  In the distance we could see the newer, younger, more spritely farm dog rounding up some sheep.  The deweeding team couldn’t have been less interested in the collie or us, so ignored us both while we threw sticks around for him.  We had a read about the stones, which were placed above a crematoria as cairns, took a picture (featuring Historic Scotland in action) and carried onto our next stop.


The Cullerlie Stone Circle, feat. Historic Scotland & a dog

The next circle we came across was probably our favourite.   It was labeled as the Sunhoney Stone Circle on our map and we just about drove past it.  Well, we did drive past it.  Then we drove back past it the other way.  And again.  And again.  Then, atop a small hill, I spied it!  There looked to be several huge stones erect amongst overgrown trees, tucked behind a paddock where sheep were grazing.  It was an almost complete recumbent stone circle, completely unmaintained – we wondered why Historic Scotland weren’t interested in this one – and somebody had visited recently and left a single rose behind.  The air was thick with the smell of sheep and manure, and the trees twisted above the stones to form intricate knots.  It all felt very removed from the small town of Echt just down the road.

Sunhoney Stone Circle

Sunhoney Stone Circle

Our next stop was only a mile or two up the road, and was a better example of a well-maintained circle.  It wasn’t dissimilar to the Sunhoney circle, except that when the Christians had decided to perch churches around the countryside, they’d put one right next to the circle.  A couple of stones were missing, and the kindly volunteer told us that one of the missing circles lay beneath the altar.  She invited us in for tea and to see the church, insisting we sign the guest book (whose last visitor was in February).  Two middle-aged women were outside placing pyramids made of crystal on the recumbent stone.  I wanted to ask them why, but the little old lady at the church had urged them inside.  There was a sign in a small room behind the organ that read “Try Church, it might be your cup of tea” and featured a steaming cup of milky tea.  The sign was next to a kettle.

The Stone Circle by the Kirk


The carved recumbent stone obscuring a graveyard

Next on our list was Whitehills, which was a mile walk to and from, so we begrudgingly left our heated seats and attempted to follow a mudmap to the spot.  We got lost, because maps clearly aren’t our forte, and had to go back and try again. 

“This is a shit circle,” said Nick.  We were a bit hot and bothered by this point, and the circle had evidently been battered around a bit.  More than one empty can of Irn-Bru lay beside the recumbent stone.  We head back down and decided we would see one more circle (to make up for the disappointment of Whitehills) and then head back to Braemar to find a camp. 

Whitehills Stone Circle

Walking through the crumbly remains of Whitehills Stone Circle

Demonstrating the height of the stones flanking the recumbent

On our way to Easter Aquthories we got very lost.  We asked a friendly old man where to go to find it and he gave us very vague (and very wrong) directions.  We drove around for the better part of an hour, before we gave up and decided to head home.  We found it accidentally as we turned off to find home (we later found out that there are very specific instructions to find it in the pamphlet we didn’t pick up).  Lots of people were walking their dogs nearby.  Scots love their dogs.  I touched every stone I walked past, telling Nicholas that if I disappeared, I’d definitely travelled back in time and he needn’t look for me because I’d be shacked up with a Scotsman from the 18th century.  He said this was ok.

We picked up some groceries and saw a sign advertising a Pictish stone in the area.  How bizarre, we thought.  A Pictish Stone in little old suburbia!  We made a quick detour and found it in a small park, surrounded by almost identical houses, with little old Scottish women walking their little Scottish dogs.  It was a bit surreal.  I don’t think the Picts had this in mind when they carved the stone, which was apparently to worship a local saint/god/equivalent.  All our detours left us a bit late (again) so we were reduced to sleeping in the car exactly where we had slept the night before.  Lucky the view was great!

Easter Aquthories Stone Circle


A Pictish Carved Stone with a suburban bus stop in the background

Not far from our 'campsite'





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