A forgotten grave

I set off after lunch for Edinburgh to stay with Daughter Two for a couple of nights. It's a while since I've been here in Festival Fringe time so tomorrow I hope to spend most of the day in the Royal Mile with my camera. It's one of the few times when people not only don't mind you taking their photograph - they feel totally neglected if you don't!

I had a couple of detours on the way - there are quite a few places which we pass by again and again, but as we're on our way there or on our way home we don't stop. This little graveyard is beside the main road just south of Loch Lubnaig - I was looking for somewhere to stop to see if I could walk down to the river and found this gate. It opened into a long lost graveyard with one upstanding stone, and a few others lying flat in the grass. I can't find out from Google which it is. The stone is in memory of James McKinlay who was a tacksman and who died in 1826. I must investigate. Now dinner calls and I must go!