The knee is giving me gip as are most of my joints in one way or another. Must have been something the Doc gave me and I am no longer taking. Eve has been out two days in a row on a geology trip - basically filling the house with bits of rock on her return. I have had plenty of opportunity to take snaps but could hardly raise the energy. I did in the end stagger down to just above the nearest beach doon the road here. Down the track and everything then took ages to stagger back up again, heart pounding. Bit of a mistake really.
The doggie insisted on being in the snap. Fair enough really since it's off island owner had paid a minor fortune to look at the stones.
It's open after hours BTW.
it's a lovely beach really. Campervans attracted like flies to the car-park. However, at times when you are tempted to cross the river without using bridge, it is possible to end up on one's derrière after slipping on the rocks. I did it one winters day and thought I'd broken my hip. It was however my pride that was dented.
I snapped it up the other day in the sunshine while it wasn't looking. Perkeo and Kentmere 200
Local women's rugby. not sure it still happens here but I caught it when it did. and in colour
Weddings on a beach is a thing up here - even if it's lashing down as in this image. Our good pals the Machardy's in this c\se. Was a great day despite the rain and covid restrictions.
Have not been down here for ageds and neither has Keith - even though it's a mere trot down the road. Must make an expedition with keith here soon.
Proof positive that the Duke of Wellington had a fine knight out in Stornoway once, so much so he left a couple of his hats which ended up in the harbour. Ask any local and they will tell you the tail. Probably. The tail, a tall one I might add usually involves The Crit and whisky - inevitably.
Notice the long knecked duck thing looking on. Merely a clockwork one I should imagine to amuse the tourists of which there are many at the moment.
Not to bee missed. The collection nearish to Glasgow.
So much to see, never had time for a string of photographs. There is this one though.
David, the crofters dad with his cockatoo lurking.
My dad used to keep those birds I seem to recall. No idea why.
Anyway, David is bouncing a back to fine heath after some eye issues lately.
My eyes are not so good either these days - especially my right eye and, despite using an autofocus camera I can't always take sharp photos when I want to. Perhaps I shall back to no focus camera and blur.
Oof here's Gwyneth outside her house in Drongan, Scotland.
Not the best snap I have ever taken but there you are, it's still Gwyneth.
Oh look theres Eve and Mr Windy about to set off at the Veloretro ride in Ulverston. Third year of taking part and everything.
I think we walked down here on a Friday. The sun was shining - but not too hot. We met peeps with dogs, lots of them. Eve has the list if the dogs names
I quite like Harrogate. The art gallery is fine even if the museum space is a tad dim. The cafes are ok too if you avoid the over hyped dainty affair. We did and hit the greasy spoon. For some reason the whole town was stinky as. Stinky as a stinky thing. I think the nearby farmers must hav ebeen fertilising their fields with organic fertiliser. despite that my nephew and his lovely family chose to live there - and very nice it too. Aptly described in the snap above.
