On the way to Mellon Charles

We go to Mellon Charles not just because we like the name, or that there’s a perfume studio with a great cafe but there’s a far more interesting draw.

Driving through Aultbea, its countryside mainly running very close to the loch, you rarely see another person. Occasionally someone sits outside the pub that doesn’t open. Bothies line an almost boat less small harbour, excepting the huge ”Kingdom of Fife” an off shore supply ship, coming in to refuel.

We turn the corner and meander along before the long stretch of straight road up hill toward the Perfume Studio and then - 

At first I think it’s a Frank Zappa look alike but on closer inspection I see, with explanatory sign 

“I WAS BORN THIS WAY”, it’s Freddie complete with an unfortunate, for so many reasons, dyson vacuum cleaner. Fantastic black spider net tights, white blouse, short tight skirt and belt, black hair and moustache announce this supporter of Gay Pride week here in the middle of most people’s nowhere.

He was once a speed camera holding policeman but we’ve now been told he changes every month. He’s clearly having much more fun as Farrokh Bulsara aka Mr. Freddie Mercury. We love him.

This creation of free public art is by Colin, whom we’ve yet to meet