The Leeds and Liverpool Canal is always busy but at the same time also one of the best places to go for walk.
Looking down the Roman Roan and next years meals for the worms.
Well it is the season, so I will bore you with a few snaps now.
Hiking up the Roman road out of town. Which takes you up to the moor with a view over town.
Day Six: “Solitude”The state of being alone, or a lonely and uninhabited place.
I need to find the correct quote. A French explore/sailor wrote a book, years ago, where one part he talked about being alone. He said that, he felt more alone on the Metro in the Paris rush hour. Compared to being on his boat alone in the middle of the ocean.
This I can totally relate to. The more remote I am, the more I feel at peace, relaxed and funny enough feel like I’m with my friends. Like here walking all alone, ok Peli is with me, on the Farewell Spit on the South Island of NZ.
Day Four: “Bliss”Bliss (noun): complete happiness, great joy, paradise, or heaven.
I don’t need to get wet or lay and collect the rays. The best way for me to enjoy a beach, is just to sit and look and listen to the waves, that is one of my Zen places.
Photography: Developing Your Eye I
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.
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 …
This is our home away from home, our tent. Totally bliss and calm when out camping. This location is in the Neouvielle Lakes in the Pyrenees.
Taking part in Photography: Developing Your Eye I is a 10-day photo challenge for bloggers of all photography levels, from beginning photobloggers to pro photographers over on wordpress.org. This is Day One: “Home” — Get Oriented, e.g. learning your camera so that you feel at home with it.
That prompted me to post a photo of a place I feel very much at home, no matter where I’m pitched, my tent.
In ’09 we climbed up to 2400m and camped for a night where we enjoyed the sunset. Later that evening we enjoyed the stars and the milky way which was very clear. And pretty much bright enough walk around. Along with the clear sky I saw in ’90 when I was travelling around the islands of Greece it was the best star gazing I have done.
This is my Zen and dream to have a house with the view of a coast line like this.
Hours will go by with me absolutely doing nothing at all and yet be the calmest and happiest I ever can be.
If you suffer from Pteridophobia, you can’t really do much in New Zealand as the country is literally covered in ferns of all kinds. If you are a suffer I’m sorry to tell you that the next few photographs on this blog will not be your cup of tea.
On what I call the road to nowhere, I cycled past this little bouquet right in the middle of the road.
On Uig bay on Isle of Lewis you are spoiled with stunning sunsets.
I wonder who pulled the plug as the lake bed is totally dried out.
We have been “lucky” to a have a brilliant summer with not much rain.
But the local ducks had to abandon their home for the summer.
I should ride more, I have become lazy over the last half year. Though, I managed to ride a few times in Scotland this year.
This photo is taken in the South Locks area of Isle of Lewis.
Stunning bit of the world.
I have tried for three years to find Mangersta Bothy, aka Eagle’s Nest. The first two years I just went from memory and old maps, mainly no clue of where it would be other than in the Uig area or there about.
This year I found a blog post with a better description of where it would be. Looked on the map and narrowed it further down, and off we went.
I had led us in the right direction and just as I said to Peli I think it should be in this vicinity. She said – there it is! She had spotted the skylight window.
Spend a few days in Scotland and had a walk to the hills.
I stopped near this path, just to let the mutt out for a rest as we have been driving for a long time.
Only after we got home I learned that the hill in the background is called Dumyat Hil (Scottish Gaelic: Dùn Mhèad).