Pitlochry: Tuesday - Aberfeldy

On Tuesday we went to Aberfeldy, marked on the map above, our main purpose was to visit a furniture showroom called Spirit of Wood.  We had been there when we were in the area a couple of years ago and wanted to go back to see what kind of dining room tables they had.  We are also looking at some other places but got prices and had a chance to see what they had.

After the showroom we went for lunch at the House of Menzies which was recommended by the Beauty Therapist.  If you want to see what we ate click HERE to go over to Farmersgirl Kitchen.

We then returned to Aberfeldy to go on a very famous walk known as 'The Birks of Aberfeldy', it is really called the Falls of Moness, but Robert Burns wrote a song called the The Birks of Aberfeldy extolling it's virtues and so it has become known.

 For those who are wondering just what 'Birks' might be, let me put you out of your misery, Birk is the Scottish word for Birch and there are plenty of Birch trees on the steep path up to the Falls of Moness.

Looking down on the falls from the bridge

 Brian at the bridge

Here are the falls, we crossed the bridge above them to come round to this viewpoint.

The viewpoint with a quote from the song.

Birks!

I loved these little mossy falls of water that ran down into the river below.

There is a little plaque to show where Burns is supposed to have been inspired.

And here is Rabbie himself, stuck to his bench perpetually working on his song, he has a new friend to help him!

What is he writing?

another friend for Rabbie!

The Birks Of Aberfeldy

1787
Type: Song
Tune: The Birks of Abergeldie.

Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy!

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlets plays;
Come let us spend the lightsome days,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonie lassie, &c.

While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blythely sing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonie lassie, &c.

The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws-
The birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonie lassie, &c.

The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,
White o'er the linns the burnie pours,
And rising, weets wi' misty showers
The birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonie lassie, &c.

Let Fortune's gifts at randoe flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me;
Supremely blest wi' love and thee,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonie lassie, &c.

Source: Robert Burns Country