I know it’s been a while, life had other plans, but today this photo had to be shared. I snapped it on my camera phone and Google Photos decided that it needed some styling. And honestly I like the result, hope you do too 🙂
Tonight’s winter sunset.
I do enjoy Yerba Maté, this is my simple set up, with many thanks to @opticnoodle for the cup/gourd, works a treat. Give me great memories of our time in Patagonia.
I’m not a mycologist, so I have no idea if this is good in a roast, puts me six feet under or help me seeing funny colours and shapes 🙂
Squeaks, repeated cold nose poking and vigorous wagging – bang, bang, bang – that rocks the bed. That is how I get woken up in the morning. It is either potty or hunger that wakes her up. Depending on how much the need is, I can delay it about 30 min, by lifting up the duvet, because she does like a cuddle and a lie in 🙂
Well let’s hope that we get a winter, though I do not mind the weather we have had. As that mean more riding my bike, just been beautiful and mild as of late. But I do miss a spot of snow, just about 2-3′ that hang around for a few weeks – five, six maybe eight or nine – and get topped up with a good old snow storm every now and again.
Walk up the side of Mt. Robert in Nelson Lakes National Park , New Zealand, over looking Lake Rotoiti and Saint Arnaud on the other side. Lovely little walk and great views.
A frozen bench bench on the canal.
Sorry I just had to add one more of these. This time the main feature, see the thing in the foreground. That is a gate post, which for some reason just stand there in the middle of this field. All alone, just one gate post not even a gate to keep it company.
I know, I often snap these trees. But they really stand out, on the little hill overlooking Skiptonia. As I walk past them every day I get to see these trees in all season and all kinds of weather.
Clicky for you to click to see the other photos of these trees.
A happy dog is a wet dog. All we have to say is “Go, swim” and plop she is in the drink.
Snap taken by my co-photographer Peli.
Night time on the canal in Skiptonia. Not a bad snap taken with my phone camera, a couple of taps on the screen and this came out 🙂
Not a bad sunset tonight and it didn’t turn out bad either for a phone snap.
Below blurb is taken from wiki.
It is widely believed that many Halloween traditions originated from Celtic harvest festivals which may have pagan roots, particularly the Gaelic festival Samhain, and that this festival was Christianized as Halloween. Some academics, however, support the view that Halloween began independently as a solely Christian holiday.
Six years ago we had an eventful day out. We laugh and think of it fondly now, but there were a few low points.
The day before, Peli fell off a bolting horse, hurt her noggin and was a bit battered too (boulders do not make a soft landing). The next day we took the ferry over Lake Wakatipu and set off on the rather utterly stunning, yet rough road, towards Te Anau.
We didn’t make much progress at first, because we constantly had to stop to take in the views. Along with another drop from Peli, this time she even managed to graze the skin (I’ll spare you the gore). After some time taking stock of what was sore and hurt, she stood up to compose herself. Before I could shout a warning, she put a hand on an electric fence and got well and truly zapped. Jumped, lost her balance and grabbed what was nearest to her to steady herself and you guessed it – bzzzzz! She then laid down to figure out what was what and was not amused one bit that I was bent over in stitches roaring in laughter. This all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to warn her or get to her rescue, it is a bit hard to run when you are having a laughing fit. Sorry lass, but it looked so funny. There was one passing car that stopped to ask if Peli was ok, they soon set off when they saw me in stitches and her angry stare 🙂
The only big event that happened to me – a stone flicked from my own tyres and knocked the valve right off, never seen that before.
We pitched up at North Lake Mavora and preparing, eating and cleaning up after food was done walking around the picnic bench because SAND FLIES! We could walk fast enough to keep them a bay, but as soon as you stopped you were covered in them.
Here are a few snaps from the same ride/day:
Chains at Dunbar Harbour. Every time I see big chains like these, I think about Isambard Kingdom Brunel. Not a month goes by when I see something that he had his fingers in … did he build Britain?
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Six years ago we set out for our first big tour, three months in New Zealand. Our second morning riding towards the Torlesse Range and later Arthur’s pass. Great views of Castle Hill Peak with a fresh dusting of snow. Our tent had ice on it when we woke up, so a very “fresh” start to the day, though Porter’s Pass soon warmed us up.
Oh, they had! Steak and potato pie with mushy peas and gravy, now that is pub grub, it went down nicely with a pint of ale 🙂
Yesterday’s sunset on a harvest moon, sadly it clouded over so I didn’t get a snap of the moon.
This is our friend, Mick, who were showing us around BsAs. Looking out from the train at the city going past. Where he is really at home, a true Porteños*. He took us to this wonderful place, Cafe Tortoni.
*/ Someone who comes from the port city of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Tonight sunset gave us a massive rainbow over the hills just outside town.
erm blue, blue goes the saying.
A few weeks back we had a great full moon, which I snapped out of our bathroom window.
This deer kept a good eye on us while we cycled past.
Traigh na Beirigh, Cnip, Uig, Isle of Lewis aka Reef Beach, even on a dull day looks like the best place to walk your dog.
Pootling along brilliant country lanes.
I just liked how the clouds make this shape.
This is my favourite thing to do, going for a pootle with the wonderful Peli. Even if it was a short blast around the hills, it is the best thing to do. Today ride was just spot on, hill, views, brilliant weather and Peli!
To see more photos from this pootle – here’s a clicky.
Embsay reservoir is a nice spot for some dog walking. Today we set out in a thick blanket of fog and within five minutes it started to clear.
Well I think Tilley liked this beach. The name, Uig, derives from the Norse word Vik meaning ‘a bay’. So we were walking in Bay Bay then.
These red things are becoming a endangered feature in the UK landscape. This one was taken in “downtown” Mangersta on Isle of Lewis. As you can see them there Victorians knew how to make things, as the house has pretty much fallen down, yet the phone box still stands. Question is, does it still work?
I took this because of the podcast from BBC World Service, BBC World Update, Daily Commute : The Sunday Feature: Britain’s vanishing phone boxes, the Beep don’t have it online anymore but if you dig around I’m sure you can find it.
This commemorate the 20th century land raids by the Reef Raiders.
One such town to be cleared was Reef (in Gaelic, Riof) in the Uig region of the Isle of Lewis. Here in 1848-9 186 men, women and children were summarily evicted by their landlord and forced to crowd in amongst their neighbours in the villages of Valtos and Kneep.
See I told you brilliant sunsets from Corncrake Cottage over Uig Bay on Isle of Lewis.
If you should find yourself lost on Isle of Lewis or want to. You can’t do wrong with staying at Corncrake Holiday Cottage. We spend a brilliant week there few months back. Beach, walks, chill, views and nearly totally of the beaten track and stunning sunsets.
I just found this in my photos, totally forgot about it. It was taken back in Feb. as we drove home over the moors. Stunning and colourful sunset of Pendle Hill.
This is a tribute to our friend Crinkly, a wee little bridge near Malham Cove, she likes bridges you know, but then again who don’t.
At the end of August we were enjoying a pub lunch with a log fire. Good food and a ale next to this is very enjoyable.
Visited the Callanish Standing Stones on Isle of Lewis, fantastic spot. Amazing that they have been left to loiter about for so many years. Still makes me wonder why someone figured that this is a grand place to put some stone in a pattern and probably dance around them naked too. Back then it was not easy to sit around and enjoy the views as the island was covered in forest.
I totally forgot about this: We were sitting at the nearby cafe and overheard some Americans walking down from the stone circle.
Person A: So, what was your impression of the stones?
Person B: Hmm, a bit like cilantro, take or leave it …
Farsebook is funny and great now and again. Today it showed me this photo I took when we rode north back in Aug. 2010 as a warm up for our New Zealand tour later on in the year. Photo was taken as we were cleaning up after a well earned cup of tea.
Brilliant sun set and moon rise, a few months back, over Uig Bay on Isle of Lewis.
About six years ago, I asked her to marry me and gave her a Haribo ring. Which she promptly ate while laughing away.
About six weeks ago, she said “G’wan then, why not?!”.
About six minutes ago, we became Mr Peli and Mrs Woolly.
Inspired by the Viking runes carved into the chamber walls of the stone age tomb at Maeshowe, Orkney. This ring reads ‘Enduring Strength Unity’ in runes.
Rings by Sheila Fleet
I love water, I’m a “vand hund”*, it has to be real water as in the ocean, river or a lake. Just can’t get the same feeling in a swimming pool. As I grew up and we went to the beach in the summer, my mum had to hold me back so that she could apply my sun cream, as I would be straight in the drink.
I was always jealous of other dog owners who had a dog that they could play with in the sea. None of mine wanted to go, even if you threw in their favourite toy. Just stayed on the shore, barely got their paws wet. Only time we could get a mutt in the drink was if we all went in, and then they reluctantly waded in with us. But as soon as one of us looked like we were heading out of the water, they were right back on to our bath towels.
Enter Tilley, a proper “vand hund”* (what we in Denmark call anyone who loves to play/swim). Most of the time we don’t have to say “go swim” before she is in. For some reason when it is salt water, she loves to put her nose – well, whole head – right in and breathe out. Fresh water she just swims in it or drinks it.
Ha! A friend did a little thing to this …
Beinn an Lochain seen from Inveraray.
Not sure where, but we stopped north of Fort William to look at the mountains, this should be where Ben is hiding.
Infrared view of Isle of Canna from Glennbrittle on Isle of Skye. Not a bad spot for a bit of camping.
Sadly my trusty Sony F707 camera is falling apart, so I don’t dare to take it out that much anymore. But it is still a joy to use and shoot some great infrared photos.
Eilean Donan Castle just works so well in IR, lucky I remembered to bring it with and the weather was spot on for it too.
Few weeks back we saw this dramatic sunset over Dunbar between/under the rain clouds.
Yes, Tilley came with and loved the scrambling bits. She was fantastic; planned her routes, went back to get a run up on the steep steps and was a brilliant guide for me too. When we got home she promptly fell asleep on the sofa. Even-though she woke me up -to do her bunny watch – at 4am, it was great to have her as company.
Cardamine pratensis (cuckooflower or lady’s smock), is a flowering plant in the family Brassicaceae, native throughout most of Europe and Western Asia. The specific name pratensis is Latin for “meadow.”
Hiking up to Pen-y-ghent some of the path is covered in wooden decking. They are used to get you over swampy bit, but mainly to protect the fauna from damage from all the hikers. This send a flashback to our time in Tasmania and our brilliant hikes there.
The clouds were much less when I was on top, so in the gaps I managed to see down Ripple valley and over to Ingleborough.
The seven other hikers who were coming up as I was going down, had a long wait before they would get a view of anything but cloud.
I wasn’t the first on top at 6.30am I was beaten by two others, well, they cheated as they camped overnight. Sadly for them they didn’t get the stunning sunset they must have hoped for, as a cloud came and settled in for the night just the sun was finishing its day with us.
Last minute wild camping got me up and ready for a spot of hiking at 5:45am – Thanks, Tilley for waking me at F-O-U-R AM!.
This was the view from Pen-y-ghent down over Ribble valley and if you look carefully you can see Pendle among the clouds (over to the left).
The main land is on fire let’s all stay on Isle of Wight 🙂
No matter where I end up I always hope for a good sunset to end the day with, yesterdays one didn’t fail.
Visited Isle of Wight – or as some call it “Ile de Blanc” – last week. While waiting for the sun to set I walked along the beach at Colwell and Totland Bay.
Brilliant sunset tonight, truly enjoyed it while driving home and had to stop to snap this.
But it was utterly destroyed by fly tipping. We live in one of the most beautiful/stunning/wonderful areas in the UK, heck the world, right on the door step of the brilliant Yorkshire Dales. I know that this parking lot is a known dogging spot. Hey, why not it is a great view to be doing a bit of “alfresco”, each to their own 🙂 Yet some right old numpty, I guess needed a bit of comfort, but couldn’t asked to – pack it in, pack it out!
I know the various councils run a tip/recycling centre where you can pretty much bring anything. Some councils will even come a take away you old banger, free of charge. So there is no excuse to do fly tipping.
I just can’t get my head around peoples minds, when they are OK with dumping their shit/garbage wherever they want. How can they live in and accept that the area/world they are living is, for the lack of a better word, a skip/landfill.
Come on people – clean up after yourself, it is not that hard!
Side note : Walk in “Skip”ton …
This is out wonderful mutt, Tilley, at Embsay. She finally stood still enough for long enough to take a photo.
I found this photo the other day and thought that you lot would like to see it too.
While in Bannack, Montana back in 2012 we camped at the site just outside the ghost town. Early morning I went down to have a look at the river and felt that I was being looked at. I looked up and spotted this one on the other bank checking me out. Luckily I managed to get a snap before it ran away.
Here you were thinking that you had seen it all, well no a few more to come. This is Pendle Hill just poking out above the fog (to the left) which hides Skipton below.
Now a history lesson and a break from the fog. Though I do not know what it teaches you, other than these holes in this stone is about 5000 years old. Is it a game, tool or ?
At the bottom of Embsay Crag, rather foggy ain’t it?