I love curves

 

This is the path from there to there at The Stones. Such was the loveliness of the weather Eve sauntered up. I didn't. Been before and if I'm not mistaken little has changed bar the pain in my left knee. Surprisingly the Indian snake oil my little sister Jill sent up from darkest Cheltenhamshire dulls the pain somewhat. I use it sparingly and carefully on account of the smidgin that got in my eye and irritated me constantly for a day.

I shot the occaision with the pink Reto UW&S I have to replace the original Vivitar UW&S which I loved but eventually died on me. Anyway, I used Kentmere 200 pushed to whatever light there was and developed in a HC110 clone.

Mr Hickman and Luanna

 

We were round at the lovely Mr Hickman's abode the other day and met a good friend of his called Luanna. A lovelier creature you'd be hard pressed to find. She hails from Brittany where Tom used to live and called in at the end of a wide ranging European cycling tour.

Somehow the flash on the camera went off  unexpectedly but I do have an image.  Reminds me of the style of someone I can't  recall the name of but still,,,,,,,,,

below

 

A fine ish shot from before the Stones just by the old horse trailer that served as a pig house for a while and, lurking in the distance a couple of old decrepit tractors - Massey 's I should imagine, gently rusting into the landscape. The stones are there too if you squint a bit you can just see the hens teeth on the skyline.

This may not be the most informative or artistically good snap I have have ever taken as for some reason i was using an old cheap zoom tens of less than wonderful provenance that, decided to wobble in it's middle when it shouldn't have. But I am sure you get the idea.

heavily monetised

 

There was a surprisingly warm and lovely day recently so Eve and I took it upon ourselves to feel the sun on our backs. But not before we had traipsed o'er to The Stones for a look see. I mean, we have been there before, had a cuppa in their cafe too but now it is all new. Same old same old in the stone department all arranged neatly and everything but the cafe is in a brand new building. No longer can you gaze out o'er the loch with the sun melting your cake as it blazes through the big picture windows but you do get a good look at someones the back of someones head in the much smaller cafe. You don't have to pay to access the cafe but you do pay handsomely if you want to see the museum thing or the actual stones, that is, if you don't live on the island. 

The information room is ok and it's fun to to see a few of the locals telling us about the place on film. The stones are still where they have been for a while. The grass maybe a tad thin at this time of year and, the gates around the place of locked now. 

The sun kept shining and I hobbled around a bit on my gammy knee then we came home.

portrait

 

Must get round to doing some more portraits.

name that tune

 

storm

 

We managed to survive the storm without damage but our  neighbour lost her recently revealed fence.