Also known as Earth
29 July 2013
13 July 2013
Passing Buachaille Etive Mor
Heading towards the drop down through cloud-filled Glencoe
Ferry through mist
Sun burning through mist
Which cake with a coffee?
Heading back to the mainland
Ardnamurchan - the most westerly point on the British mainland
On the way home
10 July 2013
As I indicated in response to Pete's comment on my previous post, this Arran gull always knows where its next meal is coming from. Its cholesterol level may be higher than optimum though. When it can't be bothered flying it just sits on the boat and rides.
A very fine and friendly seagull welcomes us to the ship
and escorts us all the way across
Arran looks inviting
Can my own beauty compare? (No answers please). And although it was very hot a sweatshirt was needed in the surprisingly strong wind on the water, even though it was quite still on the land
and my lady in the shadows perhaps contemplates pushing me over the side
But I make it safely ashore
Oh look... a golf course
Geese to face up to and tiny ducklings in amongst that lot, to avoid standing on
Look... three of them
A nice river runs towards the sea, as rivers tend to do
Who needs to fly to Portugal for sunbathing when it is 31 Degrees Celsius (88 F.) in Scotland?
That grand mountain again, which we call Goatfell
Heading back to the mainland after a long afternoon of walking, and drinking, and walking
and then some sustenance, in the form of salmon steak, fries and salad for the lady and a hefty prime steak burger with cheese, salsa, jalapeno peppers, guacamole, onion rings and salad for me
That photograph being taken just a few minutes before my careless (or crafty?) lady managed to spill an entire glass of iced diet cola across the table and all over me, allowing me to appreciate that after the initial shock a soaking of ice-cold diet cola in the crotch is actually a fine way to refresh a man's manly bits on a hot summer evening. Oh how the helpful waitress and waiter with their cloths enjoyed my discomfort. The waitress asked, 'Would you like another one?', to which I replied that, 'One was quiet sufficient thanks,' only to realize that she was talking to my lady. The waiter suggested that my lady may wish to throw the next one in my face. Oh... how funny, funny, funny they all were...
And then I dried off in the sunshine outside
What a fine day it was