We wandered around the rest of the cemetery reading names and stories. Perhaps I should say imagining stories. It’s not hard to imagine some tragic storyline when you read of several deaths of infants affecting one family.
I wondered what relation Gertrude and Marie Louise bore to each other on the gravestone pictured below, as well as loving Marie Louise's full name.
Riding back it struck me how much of the signs of spring I had missed in Garelochhead by travelling to work all through lockdown by car. I’ve sometimes considered cycling but decided against it on the grounds that I wouldn’t have energy for that as well as for the extreme gardening I need to do at home!
The pic below shows expanses of scentless mayweed that are visible this year on the tidal marshes at Garelochhead. This is one of the results of someone’s epic cutting last year of the Japanese knotweed that usually pretty much smothers everthing else. I hope it is kept under control in future years.
The final pic is looking down the loch. You might be able to pick out a green field above the small, rightmost boat. Home is next to that field.
Note: I’ve often wondered why Gare Loch is so often referred to as the Gare Loch (the Gareloch). I think it’s perhaps an easy way to distinguish it from the town of Gairloch in the North West Highlands.
