You just take a sip of spring water in the middle of nowhere and someone rushes along and builds a memorial to commemorate the occasion.
Well that's what happened to Queen Victoria when she ventured up Glen Mark, at the head of Glen Esk, in 1861.
Last week, approximately one hundred and fifty years later, I followed in her footsteps, along with Gail and her friends Kate and Henry.
This is the 'Queen's Well'. Quite an impressive little structure isn't it?
But to be frank, the water looked slimey, so we wandered further up the glen...
...in search of the perfect picnic spot.
I think we found it - don't you?
So Gail, when are they going to come along a build a memorial so that future generations know that I lunched right here?
I wonder if my friend Wilf is aware that the whole area is called the Glens of Angus?
(And I'm telling you, you can't go anywhere in this part of Scotland without finding some sign saying that Queen Victoria got here first. It's a wonder she ever had time to be monarch. Well I guess if you reign for sixty years you get bored of hanging around sat on the throne in Buckingham Palace with some heavy bit of metal on your head...)
PS from Gail: history buffs please be tolerant with Bertie and remember science is his speciality.
Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)