http://www.carnbeg.com/rss/ Copyright: (C) Ronald Frame - Carnbeg Ronald Frame - Carnbeg RSS feed from http://www.carnbeg.com/ Sat, 31 Jul 2010 09:32:35 GMT The spot made Clare uneasy. The name of it, perhaps. The Widows' Walk. A long shaded walkway, in the grounds of Carnbeg's Hydro hotel. Two parallel files of tall pine trees: like the columns in a church. Soft loam on the ground, so that - unlike in a church -... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/widowswalk/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/widowswalk/ Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT It was twenty-five minutes there, and twenty-five minutes plus coming back. Downhill from the cabin to the road, then the bridle path, then across the road at the humpback bridge, into the wood behind the bay, then on to the next bay, and on to the open flat of sandy... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theeveningnews/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theeveningnews/ Mon, 10 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT Back in the late 1950s, Kevin's parents kept a small hotel, in a good road at the back of Carnbeg. The McIvors' called their guests, the majority of them, 'discerning', which meant genteel types, nicely spoken but either close with their money or not flush with it, who appreciated crisply... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/specialterms/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/specialterms/ Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:00:00 GMT The eighteenth century hostelry arrived from the factory in a fleet of juggernauts. It took eight days to erect, another four days to fit out. And yet, it really did look as if it had been there for two hundred-odd years. The most inauthentic feature was the window boxes, dripping... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/perioddetail/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/perioddetail/ Mon, 13 Oct 2008 23:00:00 GMT Carol McClatchie lifted the lid on her tub of face crème, then let out a scream. A fly lay writhing on its back, legs flailing in the air. She screamed again. Never, she thought, had she seen anything so disgusting. She summoned her husband. Keith McClatchie was long-suffering. 'I have... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/flyintheointment/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/flyintheointment/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:00:00 GMT Apples they took. Plums sometimes, when they were ripe and sweet, and the fruit hung low. One of the gardens had a pear tree. Used to have. It was a long time ago. Now the houses were divided up, and one had a bungalow built in its garden. But the... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/byheart/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/byheart/ Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:00:00 GMT Harry Layton turned the corner of Sautie Street, taking the long way down into town. Truth was, he liked to get out of the shop. Sometimes he felt that spending his working hours in a china gift shop wasn't - well, frankly - wasn't very manly. He liked to... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/bull/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/bull/ Mon, 01 Sep 2008 23:00:00 GMT It was the big day, at last. 27th September, 1977. The day when everything went under the hammer. A 'roup', as the locals in that corner of Perthshire called it, an old Scots word for 'auction'. The windows of the old house stared at the procession of cars on the... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theroup/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theroup/ Sun, 17 Aug 2008 23:00:00 GMT Rosie was born on the motorway north from Perth to Carnbeg, out of sheer desperation. Zinny was screaming on the back seat, and Adam beside her was crying. Meg had had an afternoon from hell in Perth, queuing with a push chair everywhere she went and needing to keep an... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/rosieapplecheeks/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/rosieapplecheeks/ Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:00:00 GMT The brothers opened their dairy in 1908. They had been to inspect the Pfund premises in Dresden, and this was Carnbeg's version, on the German model. A paragon of ornate Wilhelminian taste, an opulently appointed shop with an ancillary milk bar where customers could sit at tables. From a distance,... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/onthegermanmodel/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/onthegermanmodel/ Sun, 06 Jul 2008 23:00:00 GMT I received a message on a contact form from A.M., wishing to know the state of play with Carnbeg's hotels - specifically, on the afternoon tea front. Where could he go to find a traditional repast with plate-stand and those tea-time cakes called 'famcies'? This, more or less, was my... http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=6 http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=6 Thu, 12 Jun 2008 23:56:01 GMT Our editor, Cornelia Hohenlohe, writes: A population census was published this week. It tells us that the sum total of individuals living in Carnbeg is 10,583. First thing: this is an increase on the last ten years ago, when we were home to 7,607 souls. We've put on nearly 3,000.... http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=5 http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=5 Thu, 12 Jun 2008 23:54:20 GMT Our editor, Cornelia Hohenlohe, writes: Suddenly he came into my mind the other day as I was driving along the shore of Loch Bragar: our late local clan chieftain, the McWhirrie of McWhirrie. When times got hard, in the late 1950s, he and his wife decided - in desperation, no... http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=4 http://www.carnbeg.com/blog/?id=4 Thu, 12 Jun 2008 23:52:04 GMT In 1958 I was a chambermaid at the Sgian Palace. The hotel. As you come into Carnbeg. It's the place that looks like an enchanted castle. Not that working there was; enchanting: I mean. Long, long corridors. And so many stairs and back ways. The folk you saw on the... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/criticalparanoia/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/criticalparanoia/ Thu, 29 May 2008 23:00:00 GMT Just a click of the fingers. She was incensed. Back in her room Lydia Ellison opened the wardrobe and fetched out the gin. The sound of the finger-click was still ringing in her ears. She poured a good triple measure into the tumbler. Added tonic, which was getting flat. Stirred... http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theclick/ http://www.carnbeg.com/carnbegstories/theclick/ Thu, 15 May 2008 23:00:00 GMT