Memories of Kinlochard

If you have memories of Kinlochard and perhaps some pictures you would like to share, please let us know.


Bill Davidson

My name is William Davidson, known as Bill. My connection with Kinlochard is through my late mother, Margaret Cuthill Baird Davidson. My great aunt was Lilias Black who married John Black, the Waterman who controlled the water supply flow from Loch Katrine to Glasgow.

I remember my mother telling me of the good times they had as young people in the 1920's and 1930's at aunt Lilias' at the Teapot and the Post Office. Auntie Lil as we called her, led a busy life. She was postmistress in Kinlochard and she was also the very first Youth Hostel Warden in the U.K. when the hostel was in a big black barn at the rear of the old post office.


Jill Vice

 I visited Kinlochard in March/April this year for the first time, although I have had a 'sense of connection' with the village my entire life, my grandmother having been born there (and would spend her days reminiscing') and my mother having visited on many occasions throughout her lifetime.


Outside the big house - Grace sitting on one of the servants knees with mother Janet next to her (without a hat) and father Robert at the back with his arms draped around two ladies

Outside the big house - Grace sitting on one of the servants knees with mother Janet next to her (without a hat) and father Robert at the back with his arms draped around two ladies

Grace (Ireland) Stevenson

I lived with my parents and sister at Dalveagh estate - now Forest Hills Hotel. I was born there in 1926 in the garage cottage and we lived there until 1934. The owners of the estate were Admiral of the fleet Sir Arthur Fanshawe and his family. My father was chauffeur and my mother was cook to them.

Gerard Iltis

I lived in Kinlochard till I was 17 years old. I left in 1984 after my 6th year at McLaren High School.  We lived in Ardross Cottage, right next to the Altskeith Hotel.  I miss the Guy Fox bonfires we used to have in the field across from the Primary School.



James Lyon

I have loads of memories of growing up in Kinlochard.  My earliest memories are of Mrs Carter from the youth hostel taking us hill-climbing up the glen behind Ledard Farm and then we would all tuck in to hard boiled eggs! I remember during the summer after school we would rush down for a cool dip in the loch. 

Linda Grant

I stayed at 4 Kinlochard Cottages with my parents Marion and Nigel Grant. The school was great.  I started in 1976 and was friends with Helen Carter, Helen Watt and Bryony Irwin. My teachers were Mrs Mcann and Mrs Jonstone.

I split my chin one day at the school on the steps in side and remember getting butterfly stitches.  I also remember playing at the rope swing over the river and in the water tank up the back from that. I Also spent a good few days at the Loch. I can truely say it was a brilliant place to live and go to school. I also remember the Dukes when they moved in and Mrs Moffet and her family .

lan McDonald

My name is lan McDonald and I and my brother Alistair grew up in Kinlochard. My parents were Donald and Margaret McDonald and I was born in Glasgow but after the war my parents moved to Kinlochard where my father became the warden of Ledard hostel. The first hostel that I remember, were several wooden huts up the hill behind Dolly Blacks house. My dad was very green fingered and soon had a garden going which helped to feed us all. My earliest memories are of me pushing a tiny wheel barrow behind my dad and his big wheelbarrow, round the vegetable plot followed by Rex the dog, a huge Alsatian bigger than me!

Mary Waters

My name is Mary Waters (nee Wylie) and I live in Wiltshire. I wasn’t born in Kinlochard but I spent two wonderful years in Kinlochard and have brilliant memories of living and working there.

It was 1970; I was eighteen, straight out of school, rather timid and hoping to go to Teachers’ Training College in Ayr after the summer holidays. My friend, Isobel, and I found employment in Forest Hills Hotel and arrived on a cold, grey day only to be told off for using the main entrance.

‘Staff entrance at the back,’ said the rather stern receptionist and so we scurried around and were met at the back door by Mr Davies, who was manager at the time, or perhaps he was the owner; I don’t think we ever knew! He and his wife were not the easiest of employers and doted on Una, their golden Labrador

Ray Mair

I first stayed here with David Smith, his friend Seoras Telfer and David's son Campbell, when I was about 11 or 12 years old - circa 1963. I believe that David & Seoras built the place and rented the land for a nominal sum.  David Smith and Seoras Telfer built Campbell's Croft in, or around, 1957. It was named after David's son Campbell and the site is now occupied by a villa.  Campbell's Croft was razed to the ground by Campbell, possibly in 1990, following a dispute over land ownership.