Denoon Law

Denoon Law is one of those sites that appears to have been bypassed by the modern world... it doesn’t feature in any guide I’ve seen.... indeed in ANY book I’ve seen. Yet it is most certainly very much a dominating feature of this wee corner of Scotland.... a very substantial fortress, indeed.

To be fair I probably wouldn’t have come here had it not happened to lay more or less between last night’s stopover in Glenisla and Brechin. But there you are... it did. So I duly arrive upon a cloudless morning of stunning – if rather severe – light. The field gate is closed but unlocked.... so I reckon I’ll take a quick shufti, so to speak. The eastern flank is protected by what appears to be an initial bank and ditch, a ‘barbican’ to hold up a surprise assault and give the inhabitants time to respond, no doubt. Otherwise Denoon Law is univallate, just the one rampart forming the defences of the enclosure. Hey, but what defences they are! Having said that, Canmore’s dimensions would seem excessive....

The foundations of what would appear to be a large rectangular structure lie within... a substantial hall, perhaps? Oh to be a fly on the wall of that mead hall. What stories, what tall tales! And then there is the beautiful, fertile countryside Denoon Law oversees. To be honest that is that. Nice ‘n’ simple. But then (near) perfection usually is. Yeah, I reckon Denoon Law is that good.

As I frantically snap away upon the camera, well aware that the light contrast is pushing my photography skills well beyond normal operating parameters, a rather young chap attired in farm overalls arrives upon a quad bike. ‘Can I ask what you are doing?’, says he. Seems not for the first time my camera tripod has been mistaken for a metal detector from afar. Nae bother, however. Once he determines the truth he simply wants to talk... seems there is a Roman fort nearby, local folklore adorned with tales of pesky Pictish warriors causing serious problems for the local legionnaries. Methinks Denoon was not a favoured posting in those days....

Anyway there is work to be done feeding cattle and wotnot – hey, ‘farmer things’ – so I’m left alone upon Denoon Law’s mighty ramparts for a few hours in the sun. Yeah, there are worse places to spend time. It is a good place to be. Eventually, however, it is time to leave Denoon and head for Turin Hill. But that’s another story.