Once known as the glen of the fairies it takes its name from the Gaelic ``sith`` meaning fairy and the old meeting place at the standing stone behind the present day church is called Dun Shith or Hill of the Fairies.
Gulabin Lodge is located in the Spittal of Glenshee. We’re just off the A92 Snow Road, 3 miles south of Glenshee Ski Centre. The delightful little town of Braemar is just 13 miles further north on the Snow Road, with the Royal Estate of Balmoral and the town of Ballater being further along the same road. Perth is an hour to the south of us.
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About the Spittal of Glenshee
Spittal of Glenshee, or “resting place in the glen of the fairies” has a long history of human habitation stretching back to Neolithic times. The Gaelic word for fairy is “sith” and this morphed into “shee” over the centuries. A spittal is a refuge or place of recuperation and the first records of a spittal here date back to 961AD. As late as the mid-17th century, the spittal of Glenshee provided refuge from wolves, but today’s guests need only mind the friendly Labradors who live at Gulabin Lodge.
One of the great attractions of the area is its magnificent isolation. We may only be 90 minutes from Edinburgh Airport, but we’re a world away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The trained eye can wander the glens and ridges around the Spittal and spot the stone footings of old farmhouses, bothies and barns, but their inhabitants are long gone.
The Spittal’s church, or kirk, is small but perfectly formed. The grounds are carefully maintained and a respectful wander around the graveyard reveals some of the human history of the area. Behind the kirk lies the Standing Stone, which sits atop a steep mound known as Dun Shith, or Hill of the Fairies. Look closely and you’ll see ridges cut into the ancient rock. Locals tell old tales of witches being shackled to the stone, whose surface was scored as the incarcerated tried to free themselves of their chains.
A short climb to the West, following the Cateran Trail, rewards the rambler with splendid views towards the Cairnwell, a huge Munro that broods in the distance beyond the Spittal, dwarfing even the mighty Ben Gulabin. Look for the lovely old gravestone, erected close to the burn and just off the Trail, in memory of a much-loved local dog.