My Crofter pal just doon the road has some fine sheeps that could make a fine Halloween presentation should they so wish. These are the Hebridean sheeps.
My Crofter pal just doon the road has some fine sheeps that could make a fine Halloween presentation should they so wish. These are the Hebridean sheeps.
This day The Crofter went down the croft to tell his coows a little story. I think it rained soon after.
I am not sure why I still do this blog. It is a worry to me. I don't know what to say most of the time.
I am not going to write diary here, neither will I comment on the parlous state of the world since it won't help anything.
But, now and again I raid the archives and find a snap from a while back "on the way to Catditz' for example and think, I must show this again. it is, for those who don't know, the road up to the Lighthouse on Point, the other side of the bay here where the cattery is located. Perhaps it will lift my spirits if someone notices the image, the wind howling and the rain lashing down as I write.
Love the use of the stone in Portsoy. The stones on the harbour wall were placed vertically in the belief that this way they dispersed the power of the waves somewhat. They gave been there a while so perhaps there's something in it.
Not quite as spritely as he once was but lovely all the same.
Taken at his home with an old minolta 505 and kentmere 400 film.
Now this was an interesting place to visit.
I have just about recovered from the walk back up from here.
I had this Canon AE1 with me and a 20mm lens and, as you can see it showed the curvature of the earth just like it is at home here. Always like this. Either that of I have one leg shorter than the other.
We have been away.
Off island and everything.
The island was still here when we got back although the ferry bumped up and down down somewhat on the way back while trying to find it.
We went to the sea side. A house by a harbour and not too far from a distillery which we didn't visit. The sea was a tad cool over there too.