Sally forth to Seaforth

We did sally forth too. With an old camera or two.
Wasn't right bright or anything but one has to get out and breathe the fresh air. Tally ho and all that old chappies.

Eve at Frank's corner. [1]

Seaforth Loch by the road to Eishken Estate is lovely. I mean - really lovely. No-one there usually, wonderful hills lochs and sometimes deer, seals sheeps, 'orses and eagles. Only this was a Scottish Bank Holiday and only the sheeps were out to play. Although an eagle did do a fly-past while out for a evening snack as we set off home.

We'd been down this way before on similarly warm and damp days but then we had nice 'orses to gaze at. Not one was around. Hopefully they are tucked up in a nice warm barn somewhere and not melted for glue ! We strolled along the road towards the estate house - a lonely road ina wonderful place. Only interrupted by one vehicle too. I snapped hither and thither till all the film was gone.

We strolled along this way.

Leaving this view behind us

And we crossed over here - albeit on a bridge

.. and just in case you are wondering, I shot these snaps today with Coelyne of the Coelyne's No. 2 Folding Pocket Brownie and some Foma400 [taking account of reciprocity. Eh? ]. Only a 100 plus years old camera! Eat your heart out pixel-poppers!

The aperture on this gem says '1-2-3' - which means nothing to me. But the hole in the front with the pointer thing for the aperture pointed beyond '3' looks small. Could be f-45. Guessed, but that's what I used.


[1] It's a bit of a long story but in short, when we had to take old Frank [black labrador] and Rockie [Patterdale Terrorist] back to their human on the mainland, we stopped here very early in the morning in the dark on the way to the ferry as Frank required a 'comfort-stop'. Only I didn't recognise the signs early enough and ended up cleaning the car! Meanwhile, dear old blind Frank had legged it along the road into the dark - with me chasing after him! I got him of course since his run wasn't very fast. At all. We pay homage to this corner every time we pass with a silent 'woof' - just as Frank usually did.