Muchalls is a wee village south of Aberdeen, just beyond Aberdeen’s urban sprawl, although it is fast approaching there. It was a fishing village with clifftop cottages but now it’s mostly Aberdeen commuters. Most people drive past on the A90 without noticing unless they are going to the Muchalls Bistro, a decent country restaurant.
But Muchalls is one of Scotland’s hidden gems. If you park at the end of the road and take a 5 minute walk down the path to the coast, you are rewarded with absolutely magnificent coastal scenery. This afternoon, I had a couple of hours to spare and so I headed there with my camera. The weather wasn’t perfect – more cloud than sun but there were enough sunny periods to make the trip worthwhile.
Looking south towards Doonie point from the cliff path. Wild flowers were everywhere today.
The view from the wonderfully named peninsula – Grim Briggs
The rocks on the beach have been fantastically shaped by the sea. This one had a wee pool of water caused when a stone gets trapped and is whirled around by the sea, eventually making an indentation that can fill with water.
Sea stack. Ever since I first heard of stacks in a geography lesson in school, I’ve been fascinated by them and way they have survived while the cliffs around them have been eroded away. This is the stack to the south of Grim Briggs that you can see in the photos above.
Doonies Point is (I think) the distant headland. Tufts of sea pinks added a wee bit of colour.
There are a number of benches on the path where you can sit and admire the view including, sadly, a memorial bench for a student who died while climbing on the cliffs. This one obviously isn’t used much and the wild flowers were growing through it.
A vista of rocks. This one at the front has obviously been bent and twisted by geologic processes.
My last picture here is a bit strange – these are on the path down to Grim Haven (where I guess the Muchalls boats were launched). They look like 2nd world war tank traps but given the cliffs here, it is inconceivable that anyone would try and land and bring a tank up the path. I liked the contrast between the brutality of the concrete and the wild flowers. If any blog reader knows what these were for, I’d love to know.