Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Photos from Scotland, Not All Good

This post may be a little strange, but it’s at least interesting to me. This will be a photo-rich post of some of the best photos from the trip which I have yet to share, but there are some photos that didn’t make the cut that I still want to share. I know it may be silly to post up photos that aren’t the best, but I think there are still stories there to tell. So here it goes.
Loch Morlich and the moon and reflection. This is almost a grand photo...almost.

Another almost. In Leadhills I saw these pants flying on the line, but it was raining and blowing so hard I only had a chance for one shot. It wasn't the winner I wanted.

This one comes close. The Oriental group photo where everyone takes a turn at taking the same photo is one I've seen before. If only the group had been in focus! But stuff happens with a grab shot.

On Boat of Garten GC in the highlands I took this snap of the 4th fairway. When I took it I swear there was a grey cuckoo in the center, but there's nothing. It is an interesting patch of clover though. 

The first set are some that didn’t make the grade. [Jennifer D., you can tell me I shouldn’t share my misses or mistakes, but cut me some slack because I think I’m having fun.]
The next two photos are two perspectives of the Packhorse Bridge at Carrbridge in the highlands. The first view is the one that makes it onto calendars and which I sell  often at the Highland Games—it’s the view from the road bridge or vista point. The second view is from the other side—it shows both the packhorse bridge and modern road bridge.


The next set are those photos which I class in the genre Street Photography taken on this trip. For more information on street photography refer to my post of April 1, no fooling.
The Glasgow mural with back and forth stares.

In York this gent has quite a view.

The Happy Highlander in Pitlochry...the tartan is Clan Buchanan, I think.

A mannequin in a Yorkshire village leaves me wondering...just wondering.

The symbol on this Highland grave looks  quite a bit like the almighty dollar sign. Combined with the writing on the grave the symbol's juxtaposition may be prophetic. 

The last, and largest set of photos, are those that I believe are good enough to display but so far haven’t. These range from the beginning of our trip to the end.
One of Anne's photos from Blair Castle Gardens of mistle thrush with a full beak.

Bluebells were in profusion this spring.

There was also an abundance of Himalyan Blue Poppies at Branklyn Garden in Perth.

Burghead Harbour on the Morayshire coast in the north.

A copse in the hills of Yorkshire.

Duffus Castle in the north...the fence is what really caught my eye.

The North Yorkshire Moors National Park is both lovely and bleak...very bleak.

Dramatic sky off the Mull of Galloway.

As we were wandering in St Peter's Kirk I caught this shot of a World War II vintage aircraft flying over.

The inside of our timeshare door looking out at night makes an interesting abstract.

A small group of wild goats visited near our golf course at St Fillans.

Stone fences are iconic to the Yorkshire Dales.


Oh, one last photo set. The first photo shows me in a significant bunker (sand trap) at Hopeman GC on the Moray Firth and the second photo shows me getting out of the bunker in once shot. I put these in the post as proof to our Sunday group at Arrowhead that I really can get out of bunkers. 
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Cheers gang!  

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Yorkshire Adventure

After a week of golf in the Scottish highlands (stories to come later), we hit the A9, M9, M80, M73, M74, and the M6 to end up four and a half driving hours later in Yorkshire, England. We had planned three full days in Yorkshire—days filled with abbeys, castles, cheese factories, hills, and, of course, the Yorkshire Dales.



In this post I’ll present three brief encounters and two highlights of our Yorkshire experience.

Pet Rescue. Coming into Skipton-on-Swale we saw two signs: on the right side of the road was a sign for a “Pet Rescue” facility. Across the road from that sign was a sign for “Pet Crematorium.” Be rescued or else!




Coloured-blind Yorkshire. In Yorkshire we saw a newly painted grey and black pub/hotel with a sign in front: “Old Red House.” 

Where’s the Fire? Walking into downtown Ripon one night for our evening meal we were passed by two fire trucks, lights and sirens blazing and blaring, heading out of town. Three minutes later the two trucks came back to us, blazing and blaring, heading now into town.  Had they been lost? Could they not find the fire? 

A minute or two later we turned a corner to see another fire truck pulling in to join the previously seen trucks on the main street of the village—all with lights flashing. 

Firemen from the three trucks were hustling about in obvious confusion. Was there really a fire? What alarm had called three trucks? Was this really a game of “Where’s Waldo?” Or was the scene just an update version of the Keystone (fire) Cops? 

We never did find out.

A Day of Indecision. Our plan for one day in Yorkshire was a drive through the North Yorkshire Moors National Park to Scarborough—that would have been a faire trip—but it was raining hard and the traffic was terrible. I pulled off the road and after a short consultation with Madame Navigator we turned around and drove to Castle Howard about 15 miles north of the City of York.
Castle Howard, not really a castle but an English Country House, was begun in 1699 and is now “one of Britain’s finest stately homes.” 
Getting off the tractor/tram from the Visitor Centre to the castle.


The 18th century residence, designed by Sir John Vanbraugh on a 1000 acre estate, is filled with art and interesting architecture. 


The house and estate have been used in several films, including “Lady L,” “Brideshead Revisited,” and “Victoria.” Today you can take High Tea in the castle’s cafe. 




Anne and I had a very enjoyable tour of Castle Howard while the rain pelted down outside.
Next, we started toward Scarborough on a shorter route, but following a farm implement at five miles and hour made us rethink that decision. Without much discussion we turned south toward York—we’ll save Scarborough for another trip.  


The York Minster
We parked in the York park-and-ride, got on the bus into town, and shortly were entering the the famous York Minster (cathedral). We toured the cathedral marveling at the architecture and history on display. 
Figures of English Kings


Sign in the loo in the York Minster: We knew that Boring, Oregon, had been twinned with Dull, Scotland (been to both), but we had no idea that anyone would "twin" a toilet. 


After the cathedral Anne and I stopped at Betty’s Tearoom to share a light lunch before wandering the shopping district 

and the famous area known as the Shambles, where upper floor hang out over the street. 



Changing our travel plans is not something we do often, but this day it was the right thing to do.

A Night on the Moors. I had wanted to do this ever since I found out about the place. We had to book months ahead, but we were both looking forward to a night on the Yorkshire moors at the famous Tan Hill Inn, 

the highest inn in Britain at 1732 feet (528 m) above sea level. The inn was built in the 17th century and was used in the 18th century by workers in the areas coal pits. 
The road into the moors from Swaledale.

The North Yorkshire moors.

Today, Tan Hill Inn stands isolated on the heights of the moorland, but at one time it would have been surrounded by miners’ cottages. These were demolished in the 1920’s, and the inn has since stood as a lone sentinel on the road crossing the moor. 
Path from the Penine Way to the Tan Hill Inn.

The inn is refuge for walkers trekking the Penine Way (267 miles of trail from the Peak District through the Yorkshire Dales), cyclists (bike and motorcycle), and the odd tourist (like us) seeking the interesting and the out-of-the-way. 



Where's Anne?

Open all year round, the inn uses two large generators for electrical power and serves full pub meals (good food) and B&B breakfasts—seven double and twin rooms are available, even if they are rather rustic. 

Isolated and rustic though the inn is, it is a friendly place in a lovely setting—very popular for Christmas and New Years. We loved the moors, the inn, the people (both staff and other travelers), and would plan another visit to the Tan Hill Inn.

NEXT: More stories from our trip after we get home in a week and recover enough from jet lag to think again.