Mr Batty. Met im today, had a natter as you do, enquired about his good wife Nora [Aka; Anna] and went home and promptly fell over the paper-neg snap of the fella taken a while back and posted earlier on this blog. I think its due another outing since it does show Mr Batty's caring side.
The other day these chaps arrived bearing technology. It seems I was to be interviewed. An incomer in
Perhaps this is what I should have said;
When you sit and listen – you hear nothing but the flapping of seabirds’ wings and the distant roar of the sea on the beaches. Unless there is a bit of a blow when the rain comes in from the sea, the wind roars across Tolsta Head and plays a tune on your roof tiles. Or it snows and the village is transformed for a few days or weeks – the crofters out on their old Massy Fergusons to feed the sheep and cows.
When the sun comes up, it glows gently behind Stac Polly on the mainland across the Minch lighting up a jagged line of mountains from the top of
Then the sun’s rays reach the golden sand on the lovely beaches – beaches where your just as likely to meet no-one on your walk, rain or shine.
Whatever the weather – and it varies a lot and regularly, it’s a wonderful place to be.
It’s something like that I wanted to say. So, if you happen to see the programme sometime, just remember what I meant to say!
Stepping out boldly my feet damp from being washed by soggy peat underfoot, I'm coming over from SmitVaal. The dog is screeching at me cause I didn't take her for a walk while the sun shone. And I don't care. This day is for me, my selfish me. So, I walk faster ignoring her stroppy shouting. Over there is the sea, the Minch deep blue under the bright sun but oh so cold. So very cold. To my left is the fank where the good folk of North Tolsta are gathering to catch up on the news, bask in the sun and, if there's time to dip a few hundred sheep. But where's The Crofter? No, he's not there yet. Probably seeing to another crises over on The Croft.
Mr Windy is on his way to North Tolsta on his bicycle as I tap on the keyboard. Tis blowin a minor hooly outside so I'm not expecting him anytime soonish. He better not take too long as the Tunnocks will be gone - and I'm not sure if they are still on strike at the factory so perhaps there will be no more !
Mr Windy listens in as super hero Paul Smith [right] tells Local Hero['s] Roddy Murray how it's done before the start of the cyclosportive in Ullapool.
Dug out some old glass plates I still have lurking round the place. Bodged up the 5x7 plate holder to take this slightly smaller plate, guessed sensitivity of the plate, exposure [3mins], development etc then contact printed it.
