From the West coast
of Scotland
A fascinating ten-year archive of letters from one
the most beautiful parts of Scotland,
its people, places, landscape and wildlife.


"Strachur is a small, sleepy, sprawling West Highland village spread along the north eastern shore of Loch Fyne - the longest sea loch in Scotland. This is a very dramatic and beautiful part of Scotland, full of ancient history, magnificent forests and wildlife..."
Pamela MacKinnon's
Letters from Argyll
- September '98 Introduction
- October '98 Half Hung Archie
- November '98 Magnus Barelegs
- December '98 Pantomime
- January '99 Storms and Gardens
- February '99 Campbells and midges
- March '99 Macleans and birdsong
- April '99 Loch Eck and Spring
- May/June '99 Dunoon and Squirrels
- Summer '99 Glasgow
- Autumn '99 Colour and Rowans
- Winter '00 Siskins and Finches
- Spring/summer '00 Puck's Glen
- Autumn '00 Macbeth and a Squirrel
January 1999
- Spring 2001 Town and Country
- Summer 2001 From Scotia to Dunadd
- Winter 2001 Bridge over the Atlantic
- Summer 2002 Cowal and 3 Squirrels
- Autumn 2002 Smiddy and Stones
- Winter 2002 Bagpipes, deer and jays.
- Spring 2003 Rest and Be Thankful.
- Summer 2003 3 lochs and a castle
- Autumn 2003 A Beaut of an Isle
- Winter 2003 The bonnie banks
- Spring 2004 The Hollow Mountain
- Summer 2004 Kintyre Peninsula 1
- Autumn 2004 Kintyre Peninsula 2
- Winter 2004 Arrochar Gateway to Argyll
- Spring 2005 A Walker's Paradise
- Summer 2005 Scotland in Miniature
- Autumn 2005 Skye - The Misty Isle
- Winter 2005 Across the Water
- Spring 2006 The Crossroads of Scotland
- Summer 2006 Calling all seafarers
- Autumn 2006 A day out in the rain
- Winter 2006 A Winter's Day Out
- Spring 2007 A Favourite Place
- Summer 2007 Bonnie Galloway
- Autumn 2007 Port Appin
- Winter 2007 Loch Fyne and a Fine Dram!
- Spring 2008 Snow mountains and Spring!
- Summer 2008 A Walk in the Park
Storms and Gardens
Hello to you all from a very wind-battered and storm ridden Argyll! In fact, as I write this, the snow is lying a few inches on the ground and a blizzard has been blowing for the last five hours. Since the middle of December we've had just about every kind of weather imaginable but fortunately they knew how to build houses 300 years ago and we have survived yet again without a scratch. Some of our garden plants are looking a bit the worse for wear but once I get out there among them - when the weather behaves! - they'll be fine.

This is a great area for gardens. The Gulf Stream meanders its way up the loch and many of our foreign visitors are stunned by some of the plants which survive and thrive around here. In our own garden we have a lovely young Eucalyptus tree and Fuschias abound, to name but two. I'm afraid I am not a particularly serious gardener, if I like the look of a plant I try to give it a home and so far most of what I plant grows.

But for those of you who take it a little more seriously, just twelve miles south of the cottage is the very famous Younger Botanical Gardens at Benmore. The first thing to strike you as you walk thru' the gates is the avenue of Giant Redwoods - that's my mum in the 'photo to give you some perspective. These were planted by the American, Piers Patrick, when he owned Benmore Estate from 1862 to 1870. The next owner - James Duncan - planted a total of six and a half million trees and began the tradition of rhododendron cultivation. The last private owner was H G Younger and in 1928 he presented the whole estate to the nation. Most of the acreage and almost all the hill ground went to the Forestry Commission. About 120 acres were gifted to the Royal Botanic Garden in Edinburgh and these now form the Younger Botanic Garden.
Although the main work of these gardens is research, especially with rhododendrons and conifers, during the open season (April - October) visitors are encouraged to wonder for hours among the exotic and not so exotic plants which clothe the estate.
"Where the magnificence of the scenery is matched only by the beauty of visiting wildlife."
Text and photographs © Pamela Mackinnon.
Yours aye,
Till next time...
Pamela
January 1999
