This glen is Gken Esk in Angus, another of my childhood haunts.  Trips in my grandfather’s car in the 1950s would often end up “up the Glen”.  It was one of his favourite spots.  Indeed, although I never saw it, he acquired a hut for his family in the years before the Second World War, and the family would cycle up the Glen from Brechin to stay there for a weekend and enjoy the hills and the river.
My father would also be a regular in the Glen with the Army Cadets who had a tainting camp down by the North Esk, near Dalbog farm. Spring time weekend camps were the regular thing, and my father was the cook. I would often go up on the Saturday with him and get a lift home in the evening.

This visit to the Glen was in our motorhome. We found a wonderful campsite on the Burn Estate which was just to our taste. Set among trees, with ducks swimming in the little pond beside our pitch. The weather was great too, and we had every opportunity to enjoy our trip “up the Glen”.