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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 …
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.
Taken from Burnsall, just a nice sunny spot on the Yorkshire Dales.
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.
Took this last night, from up near Pinhaw Beacon, as the sun was setting and breaking through the clouds. Just had to stop on the way home and watch. In the distance you can see Ingleborough (723m) an fell in the Yorkshire Dales.
This year the summer has been a bit slow to start. So it nice was when the weather turned for a change and you could get out for a wail without taking an extra layer.
This picture does not justify reality of how big, amazing, stunning, blue, white. They went on forever – to quote a famous song. One fella told us that you don’t get these clouds – ok not the ones pictured above – anywhere but South America. I don’t know if I dare to tell him, that we saw them in New Zealand, USA and in Yorkshire where are now based.
Read the blog post that belongs to this photo here – http://www.woollypigs.com/2012/02/the-fuegian-road-less-travelled/
What this photo don’t show is the scale, the was openness and the massive big sky, created some beautiful clouds.
Clouds like this we were told only exist in Patagonia though we have seen them in New Zealand and even here in North Yorkshire.
The stunning La Ruta de Oro on Tierra del Fuego in Patagonia Southern Chile on our way to Porvenir in search for water and food.
A slight miss planning by yours truly, seen in the picture above taken by Peli, where I as was sure that 300 odd kilometres would take us around five-day, five and a half days tops. But on the third day it was clear that it would take more like seven days. The very strong wind (80km/h and above at times), very rough gravel road (aka ripio) and steep hills – slowed us down to an eight hours battle against the nature and our wills to gain just 15 kilometres.
The route we have taken does not have a corner shop that we could just pop into for a pint of milk, it was – really the middle of nowhere! Food and water rationing started, lucky we had our life saver our water filter from Katadyn. It was a few rather hard and tiring days cycling this remote, but yet very beautiful, part of the world. By the time we found civilisation and more important crisp, chocolate and biscuits again it was early afternoon on our eight-day and we didn’t have breakfast.
If the weather is great when you are flying into Portland Oregon you can get this view of Mount Hood with what I believe to be Mount Jefferson in the background. please correct me if I’m wrong.
I was half asleep, as you would be if you just had 13 hours flight into Dallas and a two-hour turn around before the four and half hour flight to Portland, when I got poked in my ribs by Peli my partner-co-photograher showing me this great view.
Well worth the rude awaking I’ll say.
We had a smooth journey across the Tasman Sea into early morning Melbourne. We have heard that it could be – well let’s just say – interesting 🙂
Never seen such a blue sunset before.
Peli enjoying the view at Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area in Wyoming. Blistering hot day not even a little light wind to cool you down. We could only handle 10min before we retreated to the safety of the air-con in the car.
We were cycling in New Zealand on a rather grey day, so we couldn’t really see the solar eclipse. Lucky we stopped by the side of the road and a local builder did the same and we could borrow his welding shield to have a look through the clouds.
Just north of Coyhaigue on the Carretera Austral we found this valley. After a wet day it was good to get some sun again even if it was cold we soon forgot it because of the stunning views.
I’m not really a bird man, though one bird I really wanted to see in South America was the Condor. This one and its wing man had a good old look at us as we were getting water from a river in Tierra del Fuego.
One sole tree standing along in the wind
The open road on Tierra Del Feugo towards Rio Grande. What you can’t feel is the very strong head wind.
London is getting closer to the sky, I think there is three building being built right now, that will become bigger than this one. The best part is that instead of just being a square block of concrete. They are new and funky shapes, like the Swiss Re aka the Gherkin, I’m looking forward to see the future of the skyline of London.
Sweaty Betty is our home from home, in true sense a mobile home. We have had her for little over two years now and she have done a great job.
Yes I know this is not the best view in the world. But with wild camping you get to pick the view you want every day. This one was taken on our second morning in New Zealand last year, and what great way to wake up to. There was even ice on our tent that morning, Across New Zealand (Christchurch – Hokitika)
My biggest joy in life right now is also my hobby, cycle touring.
This photo is taken while touring in New Zealand on the south island last year.
I really love this panorama as it says cycle touring, holiday, travels and good times to me. And that in it is my trusty and lovely travel companion and partner, Peli.
I have always loved kites. As young lad I used to build my own and fly then as high as the string would let me. I have been thinking about building a box kite as a winter project., as that is one of the only kites I have never flown.
Below is a photo of me flying my kite @ 2500m on the French/Spanish border in the Pyrenees. It is around the size of a A4 and only takes off in strong winds, but still well fun to fly.
One on the best things about cycle touring is that you can just stop, rest and take in the views. Along with that you get to cycle on roads, paths less travelled so you get to enjoy the scenery pretty much unspoiled by yourself.
This one was taken in New Zealand on the Otago Rail Trail, out of season, miles away from towns and other roads so we were all alone for the most of the day. Just a great spot to sit and relax and take it all in, nearly a zen moment.