Day 9 Farms, Family and Fraserburgh

Generally, I think I'm rational and non-spiritual.
This occasionally gets challenged. Like today.
Just on the outside chance that I may find something, I go to the Auld Kirk at Cullen. There's a couple of guys sweeping up fallen autumn leaves at the closed gate. After checking with them that it's OK to stroll around the grounds I enter the churchyard which is, like most in Scotland, full of graves.

After just 5 minutes browsing I look up as the sun comes through the trees along the wall. Only one headstone has a shaft of sunshine directly on it. I had to check it out.
It's the grave of my great great great grandparents!
The leaf-sweepers came running in, thinking my wierd exclamation was me being attacked!

180 years had passed since their only surviving son had left for Australia. Their spinster daughter had the headstone erected "in the hope of a blessed resurrection".
As far as I know, I was the first of the son's descendants to stand before the headstone. I felt as if a circle had been completed.

For the 5th time in a week I experienced another moment that, just in itself, made the whole pilgrimage worthwhile.

When at Loch Ness I had purchased a pass that got me into Urquhart Castle. It also gives entry, among other places, to Edinburgh Castle and the National Lighthouse Museum at Fraserburgh.
With my mission to Cullen complete, and a lifetime's fascination with lighthouses, I took the coastal route through Banff to Fraserburgh.

After stopping at a couple of the tiny old fishing villages clinging to the cliffs I arrived at the Kinnaird Head lighthouse centre for a pleasant afternoon taking photos.

Another fulfilling day.