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Saturday, 20 September 2014

Today's Walk - a burial cairn and church at Bendochy

Green man on an 18th century gravestone in Bendochy churchyard

Fields near Coupar Angus, looking south east from a prehistoric burial cairn

An oak tree on the burial mound
Elder bushes, round the burial mound
Bendochy library
Grave, Bendochy churchyard
Bendochy Church - bell dates from the 1600s, I believe
A yew tree in the churchyard

The burial mound can be seen for miles.

We went for a short but very enjoyable outing today, to Bendochy, about two miles from Coupar Angus.  It's a lovely area, packed with prehistoric and medieval history, if you care to look beyond the horrible 'chicken factory' and can escape its vile stench.
Weather warm and dry.  On our walk up the field to the burial mound pictured above, we saw several red admiral butterflies on the daisies growing through the stubble, and a couple of tortoiseshells.  The mound is quite spectacular and can be seen for miles, especially on a sunny day like this was, with the green trees standing out against the blue sky and the golden stubble.  There are large Scots pines and oak trees on top, and lots of elders laden with berries.  Quite a remarkable place.
We walked round the mound, skirting the trees.  To walk in would have been wrong.
From there we went over to Bendochy church.  That's another remarkably historic place, with quite a number of graves dating back to the 1700s, and mostly in pretty good condition.  The date on one read 1658.  
There are also Commonwealth War Graves in the churchyard, and an arched entrance that is also a war memorial; it looks art deco and I assume it must be. It features a sculpted relief of a pelican feeding its young, at the top of the arch - the symbol of self-sacrifice.  It's a very peaceful place that looks quite undisturbed.
In the car park we couldn't help but notice a bright red condom (used) and the remains of a 'joint'. Ah well.  Nice to know that the heart of life beats on, next to the bones and dust of centuries past, I suppose.

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