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’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 🙂
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.
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.
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 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.
Yesterday’s sunset on a harvest moon, sadly it clouded over so I didn’t get a snap of the moon.
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.
I just liked how the clouds make this shape.
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.
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.
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 …
Brilliant sun set and moon rise, a few months back, over Uig Bay on Isle of Lewis.
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.
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?
I know, I know, but it looks great and I could not figure out which one was the best, so therefore two 🙂
Where we live the fog like to linger around. Just outside the valley it will be blue skies and warm, whereas we will be putting on the extra layers.
We went up to Stickle Tarn a few months ago and sadly didn’t have it in us to “put a man on the summit” as we call it. Well, we had to spare Tilley and me, there is only so much we can do atm. So while we were having a picnic we saw this fella do it for us. Even with the clouds, I’m sure his view from up there was worth it.
Another of this wonderful little pony.
Today it was a mad day for weather and skies.
While out walking Tilley, it rained heavily, the clouds were shining orange and we had a massive double rainbow. I couldn’t get the phone out without soaking it or myself and hold still enough long enough, when I had a dog that soo needed to talk to the ducks on the canal. So you gotta believe me here 🙂
Seconds later the clouds cleared and blue skies appeared and a very fiery sunset was on display. Every second it changed as the sun sat and the clouds moved about. I was lucky to snap this one, since there was a post I could lean against and Tilley had no birds or other distractions that she had to look at.
Horse, horse … I knew it, got it wrong, didn’t I. Heck it was a nice little fella anyway.
Heather I need your help, what is that pink thing? 🙂
A wee walk up to Embsay Crag today, Peli looking down the valley and over fog covered Skipton. Rather brr in the fog but up and above it’s nice summers day.
Well it is this time of year again, where photographers amateurs and pro’s alike run amok in your local woodland or park. Oh well I joined the stampede and headed to the Skipton Castle Wood.
Not much to say about this – Can’t see the trees for the wood – which is true, looking into a forest you can’t see anything but tree. Layer upon layer of trees, until bird or other animal moves and you can see deeper into the woodland.
Ah, the season to “kick it” is among us and it is really the time to be jolly. Just be careful wet leaves will be slippy.
This morning the mist was very thick and took some time to clear. great fun to see everything in a ghostly haze.
How to make rock climbing harder, do it in a waterfall. This fella is doing some canyoning at Stickle Tarn in the Lake District. Does that mean a VDiff is now a WDiff? See what I did there, did you get it?