I don’t know how this got past me all these years, but it did. In the 1980s I lived in a croft about 1/4 mile from the burgeoning tourist trap growing on the Back O’Bennachie near Oyne in Aberdeenshire.
If the croft had its own name, I didn’t know it. When people asked where I lived, I’d say just across the road from Bog End. That was a farm that I remember had cows, pigs, and horses. Being the reputed sappy animal lover at heart, I would wander over there and play with them constantly. They got used to me and would wait for me at the fence.
I used to walk along this burn.
The name Bog End didn’t hit me even after I had been told, but they were quite proud of the twist. Bag End. Bog End.
Uncle Bilbo would have been pleased.