During this year I shall be posting photographs from places around the UK, many of which have not been published before. Where I have previously blogged about a location I will provide a link to the post, though you won’t be able to comment on it as I restrict comments to six months.
F is for the Falls of Bruar
The Falls of Bruar are a series of at least three pretty significant waterfalls on the Bruar Water in Scotland, about 8 miles from Pitlochry in the council area of Perth and Kinross. The start of the trail is behind the House of Bruar, Scotland’s most prestigious independent store and shopping outlet.
One of the Falls most famous visitors was Scotland’s national bard, Robert Burns, who wrote a poem about them. “The Humble Petition of Bruar Water to the Noble Duke of Atholl” was a plea to the landowner to plant trees along the banks as Burns was not impressed by the lack of trees and shrubs.
“Would then my noble master please
To grant my highest wishes
He’ll shade my banks wi’ tow’ring trees
And bonnie spreading bushes
Delighted doubly then my Lord
You’ll wander on my banks
And listen mony a grateful bird
Return you tuneful thanks”.
It is a pleasant walk through the larch and Scots pine trees alongside the river though we turned around at the middle falls as signs to the upper falls suggested it was rather precarious and we didn’t fancy a broken ankle or worse.
“This path is steep and rough in places with severe exposed drops into the gorge.”
When Burns died the duke created the forest in his memory, and landscaped the area with decorative bridges and paths.
29 thoughts on “A – Z of Locations: F is for the Falls of Bruar”
Very honoured Sir to have a forest planted in honour of him. Scotland has some wonderful vistas. I am enjoying your A-Z series, Jude.
Thanks Suzanne, I’m sure you will have been to many of my places during your house sitting time.
A few though so many we would have loved to have seen. Oh well, at the moment we are reasonably content being here though you never know we may get to travel again.
How cool to see where inpired that poem of Robert Burns!
A shame the planting wasn’t done whilst he was still alive.