Evening was interrupted yesterday by a glimpse of sunlight on surrounding neighbours’ houses, resulting in a rapid trot with coat, feet, dog and camera to the end of the street for a view of a gloriously colourful sunset over Strathearn.
Just a few photos of the landscape of Strathearn to the north of Auchterarder – testing a new ultra-wide lens during the evening’s dog-walk.
The Bracklinn Falls are an impressive waterfall, located in the Highland Boundary Fault zone just outside Callendar in the Trossachs. The prevailing rock is diamiction till, so not quite the psammit or semi-pelite characteristic of the Highlands, but close enough. The Keltie Water is responsible for eroding the rock into some chunky shapes. Starting at […]
This is going to be a long post, drawing on several disparate areas of experience and interest. Welcome to my mind… Photographic Influence The Highlands are not like 18th-century Venice. On driving around – which you can do around here – the landscape is raw, rugged, elemental, positively harsh on a cold day. We do […]
On the third day of my holiday last year, the weather took a turn for the worse and my chosen route for the day was closed until Spring, so I went for a walk around the Reelig Glen just outside Inverness. To be more accurate, the first walk around the glen was favourably interrupted by […]
This is fast becoming one of my favourite walks around town – not least because it’s less muddy than the other track out the back. Yesterday I awoke to find the world had turned white, complete with snow-drift piled-up on the front lawn by a passing snowplough. Naturally, over-inflated reports of traffic confusion abounded, although […]
Happy new year! I saw the year in from Blackford Hill looking at the fireworks over Edinburgh Castle. Watching folks arrive was almost like a scene from Lord of the Rings – this line of torch lights processing along the hillside track, reminiscent of the last march of the Elves.
I spent a happy afternoon and evening watching light turn to dusk over Edinburgh city centre from Blackford Hill.
November: season of dreich grey rainy wet horrible days, punctuated by sunsets like this.
I hadn’t intended to go around the Mill Glen… but with a choice of three Hill-foot villages, I said Tillicoultry when it should’ve been Alva. Never mind. At least this Mill Glen has a tolerable view of distant refineries off the top.