Hunt for the Habbies Howe

I went up to a little place called Nine Mile Burn, there used to be a pub up there called the Habbies Howe where my mum and dad used to drink 40 years ago.

Nine Mile Burn is nestled nicely at the foot of the Pentland Hills, it has about a dozen houses in the main village and then several houses spread out further up the road towards Carlops.

On my walk I took many snaps yet again as it was so peaceful up there, I only bumped into 3 people; a man who was out for a run, just a hello from him; then there was this elderly couple who were only too happy to tell me all about this pub which was an old stables turned into a bar and I was told that it was now a house with cottages attached to it.

My mum told me one night when they were drinking in there, my Aunty May got up and started singing on the tables. Another time she was drinking there, her dad came in and women never usually drank in bars then and her dad came up and said to her I'm very disappointed in you. She even threw her drink into the horses trough. The couple I spoke to said its a shame the pubs not there now as they would have loved going in for a wee dram after their walk tonight.

I was going to blip the houses that were once the pub, then there was a nice shot of the pentlands and one of sheep with clouds behind but when I looked back at them all blown up on the lap top this one of the spooky tree just felt right.

I know where the Habbies Howe used to be and its my wee secret.