sun

 

Apologies for the thinness of my posting but the weather caught me unawares with clear skies and sunshine all day - for days. 

Eve has gone orf to Yorkshire for a few days to see her sister and I'm alone with Keith and Hungry and already no so keen on the regime.

coow

 

Had some little guisers round at the door the other evening, they were lovely. I sent them away as I knew who they were and we had no joke.

A fav

 

From 2010 and still a favourite snap. 'Hectors Peats'. It's all still there opposite the wee shoppe and post office although the peat stack may have a changed a bit. 

Oof, a landishscape

 The storms are rolling over the island one by one of late meaning rain and high winds, walkabout wheelie bins and scaredy cats hiding in the hoose for days. Three big storms in a row so far. Ruffled my hair and everything when we ventured out. Since last winter was so 'easy' I'm rather expecting a harsh one now.

The ferries have been 'off' and the shops shelves are running short of Sourdough bread and of course Pino Noir. Life can get tough here at times

Beach stroll

 

Looks like a bear has been on the beach hereabouts. We often get hoses due to the horse place in the village - or the next village to be precise. [New Tolsta which is north of North Tolsta]

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,,,,,,,,,