Wednesday, 14 October 2020

Camelot in Glasgow. An Autumn Gallery.


                                                    ALL PHOTOS CLICK FULL SCREEN.

This world I exist in is full of bright colour.

And after years of trial and error I now know the best places to find it. 


 Therefore, each October I seek out my autumnal grail on earth...

A knight riding out from far Camelot perhaps... in search of treasure...

Any weariness soon fades as I approach the city of towers...


  maybe in one of them I shall find a companion...


to aid me in my quest and make the long miles flow easier...


through this fabled realm.


A bright day to ride forth is always a blessing...


for who can resist the lord's ' shining path.'..


no sweeter wine was ever tasted...


than the company of true friends... and a token on my sleeve


 

"Are you coming out to play?" I asked...


 

"We certainly are." they replied. 


Our numbers grew to three.


" Where will we find what we are looking for?" They inquired.


"Why not look inside yourself- it's a good place to begin."


So we did.


and, after a while, our 'seventh sense'  gave us the path to travel...


so we followed it to a magic door...


where Guinevere, the Queen of the fairies lived.


but sadly she was out shopping...


so we settled for Jocasta instead......


A classic from the 1970s and an amazing range of visual characters portrayed on stage from a true pioneer in music. It was a very different band after he left. Worth watching. Multiple personalities in action. Half lead singer, half leading actor.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44b_Xr0fNwQ

 


Tuesday, 6 October 2020

A Pentlands and Scottish Borders Gallery. Last Part.

 

                                                    ALL PHOTOS CLICK FULL SCREEN

A winter balloon trip in the Pentland Hills.


Sheep at minus 10 below. Cold and hungry nature.


The food parcel arrives from the farmer.


Meanwhile, the un-farmed wildlife has to wait patiently for something to die to get a meal. Rooks catching the weak winter sunshine on a ridge top fence . Waiting still and mostly silent. Stoic. Conserving energy until the snows melt. Presumably, first arrivals, or top dogs, get the posts- bottom rung birds balance on the wire, which must be more tiring but rooks usually travel in a bunch- crows happy travelling in pairs or alone.


Summer lunch on the slopes of Mendick Hill.


Info Sign. Pentland Hills.


A wheatear. A moor and mountain bird.


Two young ravens communicating. Birds of lowland cliff scenery or high mountain. 


Destined for the plate? Human or corvid consumers?


As the raven flies.


Eastern Pentlands from Big Bing country. Early summer view.


The Pentlands and Wester Hailes distinctive white flats situated along the Union Canal. Edinburgh view.


Sunrise shot over Grangemouth in the east..


Sunset shot in the west. The short dark days of a Scottish winter....


... brings its own strange magic. Shadows and light. Western Pentlands District. 


and a softer obscurity to the landscape. Tinto from the Pentlands.


Fisherman. River Tweed. Border Hills. A pastel landscape view.


Border Country. Autumn colours.


The Scottish Border Country which the Western Pentlands open out into past Lanark. A larger expanse of higher hills between 2000 to 3000 feet high.


Less rugged than the Scottish Highlands to the north but with a special beauty all of their own.


Then back to the gentle elegance of the Pentland Hills..... ....... ....... ....... ..... The End.


Monday, 28 September 2020

The Pentlands. Part Two. A Gallery of The Seasons.

 

                                                   ALL PHOTOS CLICK FULL SCREEN.

Looking something up recently for the previous Pentland Hills post I discovered I had enough photos, taken in all the different seasons of the year, with various companions, for an overall scenic gallery or two. Enough to truly capture this much loved Edinburgh hill range in all its unique glory. A sweeping and majestic viewpoint here of The Pentlands from the moors above Carlops. A week of heavy snowfalls over the east coast landscape a month previously was now rapidly melting under a strong Spring sun.


 A walk of great beauty unfolded, most of it undertaken over grass slopes with Alex chasing targets on his hill bagging list at the time but when we did hit any snow patches they were sometimes ankle to thigh deep to cross. Wading downwards was fine... wading up slope much harder. On a few occasions however snow firm enough in certain places to permit very enjoyable and lengthy standing glissades down the slopes occured. Once a common experience for me on the mountains but a rare treat these days.


A lone buzzard looking for a meal.


The Pentlands run from Edinburgh's suburban outskirts heading south west and inland for around 20km before they fade out into lower grassland near the town of Lanark. This is the hill range starting to drop lower here near the Black Mount region. Still scenic but sheltered enough for green pastures and livestock to thrive.


You can come across unexpected sights on the lower slopes. Fallow deer here.


A sideways view. Happy lawnmowers in action. Young animals by the look of them.


I wonder what chickens think when rabbits suddenly pop out of holes in their midst?

The joy of Spring sunshine and young lambs doing push ups on the grass. Give me twenty more solider. Feel the burn!


And the opposite side of the coin. Hungry adults looking for a handout after several weeks of deep snow and minus 12 overnight temperatures. 


Although the Pentland summits sit below 2000 feet, in winter they can provide challenging but fun conditions. Waist deep snow sometimes or hard packed slopes where you need crampons to climb to the top. Enjoyable in every season.


Even in lush summer conditions they provide walks to think about. An old stone bridge on a right of way path to Mendick Hill. Constructed in 1620 apparently so the same age as the Mayflower and the Pilgrim Fathers sailing to North America. Makes you wonder about the dramatic changes in the USA since- the industrial revolution- the railroads across the plains- cowboys- Indian wars- farming dustbowls- depression era gangsters- the skyscraper cities emerging slowly from virgin swamps or forests... yet this view here has hardly changed in all that time period. A kind of landscape immortality that's very rare in the modern world so close to settled lands.

Arthur's Seat and the Pentlands from the middle of the Firth of Forth shipping lanes. Diffuse sun in winter.


Climbing up Scald Law.  579 metres  or 1,899 feet. Feels higher on a raw winter day.


Think this is Ron on the walk in to Scald Law from the Bavelaw Castle side of the ridge. 

Cutler Fell in early morning winter sunshine. One of the delights of the Pentland Hills nearer Lanark is views like this looking south and further inland towards the higher mountains of the Southern Uplands. Cutler Fell, a remote and wild summit is 748 metres, 2,457 feet high and feels every inch of that bulk in winter, plodding along across extensive upward slopes and false summits as I can testify on another of Alex's hill bags. But an exciting outing.


This quieter end of the Pentland Hills lends itself to great lightning effects as well throughout the year.


Small woods and mist pockets. Sheet 72 Upper Clyde Valley is a fantastic OS Landranger map to have on your person, offering dozens of beautiful, and very quiet days out.


Misty Day. Sheep in Winter.


Sunset on the Pentlands.


An evening with Anne in Edinburgh. The Pentlands rising behind the illuminated city with Hillend Ski Slope lit up... to be continued....