Thursday, November 27, 2014

The new house


There's the New House. It belongs to Wilma and her husband Donald. Only Wilma has got the hammer so it's Wilma's house.

I met Wilma again whilst out taking the air one afternoon - an afternoon by the look of it, not replete with light. Oh well, the little XA2 camera did the job. Nice isn't it? Not sure why I lug around anything bigger really. I know, it must be so I look proper and all.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Did I tell you we have had visitors?

We have had visitors staying. There, done.


Yep, that's Victor and his World Masters cycling partner Gwyneth here visiting The Crofter to see how the other half lives. Actually, now I come to think of it they didn't get to meet Gemma. Ah well, another time. I took them sailing though. And somewhere, if all is well and I don't mess up the developing thing, I might have a snap of that!

Taken with the little Olympus XA2 camera, it really is quite nice. Simple is better eh?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

I've been dreaming of a warm clime


It's not some thing that troubles me usually. I blame it my pals who have been enyoying the sun variously in Cyprus, Malta and Lanzorote. Oh sorry, now I come to think of it Mick & Bee said it was raining in the Canaries! Poor them. Should be ok though when they arrive in Martiniique.

Anyway, here is a memory photograph. I mean, it is a real snap but from some months ago. In northern Spain and everything. Was too hot as well. But nice enough with the cyclists from the Tour of Spain rushing past in a right old sweat from time to time. We sat down a lot. Here was nice. Does it look nice?

Was nice enough to snap up with the Olympus OM1n.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Look at the state of 'our' roads


I know, I know, it's not really our roads. Merely one of 'our' tracks round about the village. But what am I supposed to whinge about if I can't make this stuff up? Eh? Tell me that?

Anyway, I'm going mainstream soon so I need to do what the rest of the media does from time to time - make it up.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

I am a portratister


Granted I haven't taken too many portraits of personages of late. That must be on account of my inherent grumpyness, lack of talent at taking portraits and something else too.

I like fences though. That stand there all full of character and individuality. They don't complain too much and do not ask to see the results. I'm beginning to think I might specialise in fences. We have a lot of fences here after all - even if there's a 'what-ever-it-is' towering over this one.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Fankinstein

I really wish our village fank was made of wood. The sort of wooden fank that shows its age, deteriorates wonderfully and has character. Then the Bodach would look more,,,, more something when they inhabit the place with their sheeps. Instead we have this breeze block monstrosity that, I do admit, is functional but has little charm. At all.


This is not the fank. I couldn't bring myself to snap it up. Trust me, it is there nestling adjacent to the village barn full of ... stuff.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Have you noticed I have said very little? Nothing in fact

Posting every day or thereabouts has its problems. I can't always think of something to say - sensible or not. I could have told you about the sailing we did last weekend but I'm not sure you are really interested. I could have told you how grumpy I got - but if I told you that every time it happened, you'd be bored. Or I could have told you about the friends that are coming to visit.

Instead I have been thinking. Mostly because sleep hasn't been coming easily so I had plenty of opportunity. Unforetunately, the thinking hasn't helped a great deal but the snaps I have been posting are merely a non-verbal story about the island. Do let me know when you catch on to the plot-line.


The village is here bedotted with new kit homes all over the place. That's the sea out there, just below the clouds and all that.