It seemed to be so far from places snails and slugs survive that there were massive un-munched hostas! We were definitely high up as the garden itself called itself a Highland Garden. We drove up to Pitlochry and I was left to mind own devices (spending my flexible bouncy card) while The Hermitage was visited and purchasing things the kids disparagingly called ‘mum things’ they didn’t want for themselves!

But after a late lunch we went into the hills and found a Highland Garden which is only open from June to August and we were some of their last visitors being the 20somethingth of August. Definitely a hidden gem only open for a few more days but open from June to August, it (Dunsinane, or was that Macbethland?) was a delightful if vertiginous experience…

Not for the faint hearted were the crossings over the burn and the ladder into the trees. Ironically I didn’t go to the Hermitage for those very reasons as I remembered it didn’t go so well for me the last time…

Or there were very few other visitors as they were at the end of their opening time but we enjoyed it nevertheless for its amazing hostas and spectacular vistas. A delivery van even asked us for the residents but we were none the wiser than him after using the honesty box and heading out into the sprawling mountainside to view what this garden had to offer without talking to a human. Deserted was the overwhelming feeling but I would take that over a busy Pitlochry any day!

Such is my vertigo these days I baulked at the garden and walking routes and the bridge through the trees and certainly wasn’t up for going over the wee red bridge. I started to feel like every thing was off kilter and I started to cling to the husband and fences, walls and trees. I was scared I’d put myself into the glen through clumsinesses and my MSness took over for a little while. It’s one for visiting but not after a heavy, or even boozy, lunch! (Do they still happen in the 2020s?)