Bailey Bridge at Sherramore

Thank you very much for all the kind comments about the beautiful mountain hare (the animal not the image) that I saw yesterday. It looked in great condition and you wonder how they manage to survive a savage winter. Clearly that lovely light fur is incredibly cosy.
 
There is so much I could write about this beautiful glen; we were back here again today. I‘ll give up on any creative writing.
The fastest flowing river in Scotland is the Spey.
It rises in wilderness to the north of Creag Meagaidh at a small loch, Loch Spey and in its early life flows down Glen Shero, getting big very quickly, till it enters the traditionally known Speyside area of Badenoch and Strathspey.
A short distance to the west of Loch Spey is a water shed and the water which runs west becomes the River Roy system.
If you look at the highest level Parallel road (a glacial lagoon shoreline I often talk about here) in Glen Roy it coincides with the above watershed level. This indicates that this ice age water water would have spilled eastward to the sea via the Spey Valley.
Glen Shero is the entry point to the Corrieyerrack Pass, a very high route connecting Spey side with Fort Augustus. Post 45 rebellion General Wade built a series of military roads connection important strategic points. Thus it was possible to quickly move government troops around to quell any mini uprisings. These roads were excellent bits of engineering and included some beautiful bridges. Garva Bridge over the Spey would have been my blip yesterday had it not been for that pesky hare.
Glen Shero is also home to the Spey Dam and reservoir. It was built in the second world war to extend the BA’s (British Aluminium) hydro electric catchment area to allow increased metal production at the Fort William smelter.
Before self employment my Dad worked as a painter with the BA and had frequent postings to the glen to do maintenance work on estate property and the bailey bridges. It’s strange that he continued to work in the glen for his former employer as a contractor and often revisited many of the hill burns with his trout rod in hand.
Funnily enough (I’m not a painter but I am self employed) and I am also back working here for my former employer. It is a beautiful glen. When I was may be 9 or 10 I can clearly remember my Dad working with the BA having this bridge scaffolded (crudely by today’s standards) and meticulously preparing and painting the structure.

He will be appalled if he sees this photo.