Our next stop was not a planned one. Somewhere along the road I missed a turnoff or took the wrong turnoff. I am not complaining it was a beautiful road and the scenery was also breathtaking. Google maps also could not tell us where we are. We were on a unknown road. The first village we came across was Tarland.
For two days now I have been looking for information on Tarland and even the website don’t really give you any information on the history of the village.
Tarland (Gaelic: Turlann) is a village in Aberdeenshire, Scotland and is located 5 miles (8 km) northwest of Aboyne, and 30 miles (50 km) west of Aberdeen.
Tarland War Memorial
The Tarland war memorial stands in the village square looking east. It commemorates the dead from both World War I and II. It is a solid rectangular rough hewn block of granite sitting upright with names for World War II on a smooth face on the front. Below that is a later small angled plaque with the names for World War II. It sits on a two-step base. The monument is surmounted by the figure of a kilted soldier in battle dress, head bent holding an inverted rifle. It is surrounded by a low iron railing. It was sculpted in 1920 by Robert Morrison of E Morren, Aberdeen. The column is inscribed at the top, ‘WE GRATEFULLY REMEMBER ALL THE MEN OF THIS PARISH WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR KING AND COUNTRY IN THE GREAT WAR’.
MacRobert Memorial Hall
The Tarland Welfare Trust was formed in 1951 for the purpose of building, equipping and maintaining a new village hall in Tarland. The land and money to build the Hall were gifted to the community by Lady MacRobert and hence its name. The Trustees of the Tarland Welfare Trust own and manage the Hall on behalf of the community under a ‘Declaration of Trust’. This states that the Memorial Hall be built ‘with a view to providing improved amenities and facilities for the public, so that the Hall may be run in the manner most beneficial to the Community’.
Thank you very much for taking the time to join me on my travels through Scotland. I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I did.
Well after our quick stop in Hopefield we were on our way to Yzerfontein to have some breakfast at the farm stall there… On our way I realized I took the wrong turn off I was supposed to go through Darling and not Hopefield. This was not a trainsmash instead we headed to Langebaan.
We went to the beach area and parked the car. It was early and most of the businesses was still closed. Then dad showed me that Driftwoods just put out their sign. I asked them if they were open for breakfast yet. The manager said they are busy prepping the kitchen but we are more than welcome to have a cup of coffee so long.
It was a beautiful cloudy and cool morning and we wanted a table with a nice view. We ordered our coffee and started going through the menu to see what we would like for breakfast. As luck would have it I had to pick up on a typo on their new menu’s. Yes I think I am cursed I always pick up on simple stuff like that.
It was not long after they served us our coffee that the waiter said they are ready to take our order…. When dad ordered his breakfast the waiter looked as if he never heard of it before. He asked dad if he can please say it again. Dad repeated his order. I could clearly see the waiter was a bit confused. I then showed the waiter the two menus and he called the manager. We all had a good laugh over the typo.
I can absolutely with no doubt in my mind refer Driftwood’s for your next or future visit to Langebaan. The service is excellent, the food delicious and the staff was very friendly and one felt at home…
We are off to the Westcoast National Park…. Watch this space…
This was our first Christmas without my Mother and I miss her a whole lot.It was a very emotional day for all of us and when I opened my present I had a hard time hiding my tears. Mom ordered my present earlier in the year and hid the book in a drawer where my dad found it when he was looking for the Christmas wrapping paper.
Looking forward to taking these road trips in honor of my Mom….
This year I said I ‘ll make a triffle… This was a first for me. Mom used to make it and I had big shoes to fill…