14th April 2023: Aberdeenshire
Photos taken in this set: 1. Razorbills, Guillemots and Kittiwake in a wonderful seabird nesting colony fix right at the end of the Heatherlea Spring Into Scotland tour at Troup Head one of favourite places to be with some of the species I love best and captivate me the most. 2. Konik ponies I enjoyed seeing at RSPB Loch of Strathbeg I’ve heard a lot about them before. 3. View from Cairnbulg. 4. A Corn Bunting we saw extremely well including singing nicely at Banff, one of the revelations of the trip for me seen on the last day of it and a bird I love seeing. 5 and 6. Gorse dominated coastal scenes at Troup Head I did love the bright gorse of Scotland last week it was so good to take in. 7, 8 and 9. Fulmars, Gannets and Puffins respectively the other half of my super six seabirds alongside Guillemot, Razorbill and Kittiwake the birds that first inspired me and I first really took to my heart in my early birding days that it was a pleasure to see last Friday really heartfelt experiences seeing them and nice to see them at a colony further north than I ever had. The Fulmars were elegant wonders dominating those last two days of the tour, the Gannets were heartening to see and be immersed in after their struggles generally last year and the Puffin a bird I have such a strong connection to and love for was the surprise but perfect ending to our trip such charismatic and colourful birds to observe always. 10. View from Kinnaird Head on a great sunny visit there.
That day I also enjoyed seeing Sandwich Tern, Pink-footed Geese, Marsh Harrier, passerine birds like Yellowhammer and Tree Sparrow seen well at Loch of Strathbeg and Skylark that day too, Hooded Crow, Common Seal, Roe Deer seen from my hotel room in the morning at Nethy Bridge, scurvygrass and lesser celandine.
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Tramps and Hawkers
~Old Blind Dogs
Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
I've seen the high Ben Nevis a-towerin' tae the moon
I've been by Crieff and Callander and roun' by Bonny Doon
And by the Nethy's silvery tide and places ill tae ken
Far up intae the stormy north lies Urquhart's fairy glen
Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
Oft hae I laughed intae myself when trudgin' on the road
Wi' a bag o' bla' upon by back, my face as brown's a toad
Wi' lumps o' cake and tattie scones and cheese and braxie ham
Nae thinking where I'm comin' frae or where I'm goin' tae gang
I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin' at nicht where I'm to lie
Barns or byres or anywhere, or oot among the hay
And if the weather does permit, I'm happy every day
Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
I've done my share of humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helped the Buckie trawlers pu' the herrin' o'er the side
I've helped to build the mighty bridge that spans the Firth o' Forth
And wi' mony Angus farmer's rig I've plowed the bonny earth
Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond have a' been kent by me
The Dee, the Don, the Deveron that rushes tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle by the way, I nearly hae forgot
And aye, the rickle o' cairn marks at the house o' John o' Groats
Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
I'm often 'roon by Gallowa' and doon about Stranraer
My business leads me onywhere, I travel near and far
I've got a rovin' notion, there's nothing that I loss
And a' my days my daily fare and what'll pay my doss
I think I'll go to Paddy's land, I'm makkin' up my mind
For Scotland's greatly altered now, I canna raise the wind
But I will trust in Providence, if Providence proves true
And I will sing o' Erin's isle 'ere I get back to you
Come, a' ye tramps and hawker lads and gaitherers o' blaw
That tramps this country roun' and roun', come listen ane and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale and sichts that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north and sooth by Gretna Green
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Μπομπ Ντίλαν: Πωλητήριο στη βίλα του στα Χάιλαντς της Σκωτίας
Το Aultmore House, μια ιστορική έπαυλη της οποίας ιδιοκτήτης ήταν για πάνω από 10 χρόνια ο Μπομπ Ντίλαν, προσφέρεται να αλλάξει ιδιοκτήτη αντί 3 εκατομμυρίων λιρών Αγγλίας.
Ο τραγουδιστής-τραγουδοποιός αγόρασε την έπαυλη – βρίσκεται στο χωριό Nethy Bridge στο Cairngorm National Park στη Σκωτία – μαζί με τον μικρότερο αδελφό του, τον David Zimmerman το 2006 αντί 2,2 εκατομμυρίων λιρών Αγγλίας,…
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keeping the lop, or as I affectionately call "the floppy". Dad changed his mind etc. No breeding for me ;( not too bad though, she's sweet. Thankfully her face is just short but not flat. The show worthy ones are stupid, like they've run into a wall. She's healthy, as is the nethie. But once she's gone to rainbow bridge, I won't chance that my next lop will be healthy. It's like the flip of a coin. I just keep being lucky. But can't forever! I'll stick to the regular face ones after. Like my dutch.
I'm glad she sounds healthy, and also glad you've decided not to breed her! Part of the reason why I go for blueys (dogs) is because their show dogs are supposed to sell puppies that work for a living, not sit around looking pretty, so they are bred with the explicit goal of being fit and healthy in order to be able to run the 40kms+ a day in 40 degree heat that a working dog has to. Most blueys go for about $1.5K-2K AUD, but if you're a farmer that wants to buy a high quality dog with a good pedigree and ancestors that also worked, you're paying tens of thousands of dollars, so breeders are motivated to eliminate as many health issues as they can so they can develop a good enough pedigree that their dogs can be sold to farmers.
So even if you buy a bluey from a breeder instead of getting one from a rescue, unless the breeder is totally irresponsible (a risk with any breed), you're probably going to get a healthy dog. When I'd go to the Easter Show I'd look at other dog breeds and the dogs were all identical, but never the blueys -- even amongst dogs bred for show, there was huge variety in them. This year I saw a couple of pitbull-shaped stocky bulldozers curled up asleep. Further down the aisle was one with a very foxlike face and the hugest radar ears. Same breed, wildly different appearances.
I think that's why genetic issues with blueys are largely non-life threatening -- deafness and hip dysplasia. Both are traits you don't want in working dogs, but they're working especially hard to eliminate hip dysplasia in the breed.
Unfortunately I don't think "working rabbits" exist, so I'm guessing they'd always be bred for appearances and not for other traits? :(
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Ryvoan Bothy.
Ryvoan Bothy sits to the north of the main Cairngorm and is said to be a great "beginners bothy". A single room will sleep four comfortable on the sleeping bench and as many more as you care to pack on the floor – possibly a dozen wouldn’t be unreasonable.
The fire remodelled to burn less fuel a few years ago and throw out more heat. Many of the drafts which once assailed visitors have now were cured too.
The Ryvoan name comes from Ruighe a Bhothain, or Sheil of the Bothy – was formerly a farm, with the building at least twice as long as it is now. The farm was abandoned in 1877 and not worked after that time, although in the first part of the 20th century it survived as a single room with wooden floor and lining.A byre stood at the western gable (the end looking back towards Glen More) but this was demolished or had collapsed by the 1960s and, according to the late Irvine Butterfield, it was the legendary Creag Dubh Climbing Club who saved the whole building from ruin by protecting the exposed gable with the collapsed corrugated iron roofing from the byre
In 1972 maintenance was taken over by the Mountain Bothies Association and the future of the building secured. For many years it had a reputation for drafts and cold, but a lot of work over recent years has made considerable improvement to the quality of accommodation.
It's not too far from the road, about two or three miles and an easy walk from Loch Morlich.
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A lovely (and typically brief) encounter with roe deer yesterday, right outside the cottage here in Nethy Bridge. Just look at the velvet on those antlers!
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I shake her hand, "Nice to meet you. Feel free to make yourself at home." I smile.
“Oh hell no!” the voice come from behind the two and they both look to see Anti sitting with his knife clutched tightly in his hands looking rather pissed off. He quickly stands up and comes closer to Nethy.
“We don’t know jack shit about her, why should we just automatically welcome into our world?” Nethy stays silent and the glitch looks around at the other. Schneep and Jackie have to look away, and Anti knows that they’ve been thinking the same thing. “I say we get her back to her own world and be done with whatever is happening.
“Well that doesn’t seem very nice,” She says in a mocking tone, which only proves to provoke the glitch more. “I mean I don’t know anything about you, so who’s to say I should even want to be here.”
“Shut the fuck up little fairy freak,” The glitch tries to go at her with his knife, but Nethy is easily able to slip past him and grab his wrist, twisting it back and pinning his arm behind him. Anti hisses out in pain.
“That wasn’t very nice either,” She continues to twist until he drops the knife, then finally releases him, pushing him forward towards Jameson. “I don’t really care if you people want me here or not,” She snaps at Anti. “But I’m here regardless, so either help me get back, or deal with me being here!”
Nethy closes her eyes for a moment and takes a breath. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “And I thought Dom was hard to deal with,” She mutters before walking back over to the stump where her things were.
Schneep runs over to Anti’s side, quickly looking over his wrist to make sure it’s not broken. He looks over at Nethy who’s again drinking from her flask. “Seems you’re not the only one with a bit of an anger problem,” Schneep jokingly comments.
The egos stand together a bit away from her. Chase and Marvin have joined them now along with Jackie, but the hero and Jamie are staying back to keep an eye on Nethy. “So,” Chase finally says. “What do we do about her?”
“Why the hell is she even here?” Anti mutters. “It’s not like she’s another figment that any of us know about. What did Sean’s girlfriend get into fantasy play?”
Schneep rolls his eyes, ignoring the comment he made. “I say we try to figure out a way to send her home. Marvin, that’s probably your department right?”
The magician nods, though he still seems a bit tired from pulling her out in the first place. “You doing okay man?” Chase asks.
“Yeah,” Marvin weakly responds. “Just a bit tired. I can research about it, but I may need to wait a little before I can actually open a portal.”
“I’ll help,” Anti says. “If it gets her out soon, I’ll help however I can.”
Marvin nods to him. “Thank you.”
Jackie sighs heavily, stretching his arms out. “So, what do we do with her in the mean time? We can’t just let her wander alone.”
“Someone could keep her company,” Chase adds. Though none of them actually want to do it, given she almost broke Anti’s wrist. Eventually though, their eyes start to turn to the two people in the circle that aren’t egos.
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A Long Walk to Findhorn, Scotland
August 6th – 28th, 2019
I’d decided to spend a week at the Findhorn Community, a spiritual eco-village near Inverness in the north of Scotland, and since I wanted to stretch my legs too, I decided to hike there from Glasgow. It would be 11 days and 219 miles along the West Highland Way, the East Highland Way, the Speyside Way and Dava Way -- and then, after a week at the Findhorn Community, I would hike for 5 days and 88 miles back to Aviemore along the Moray Coast Trail and Speyside Way.I’d be staying in small pubs/B&B’s and have my luggage transferred between them, so I only needed to carry a day pack, and I’d navigate using way-markers and electronic OS maps on my iPhone – way-markers are few and far between on the less popular East Highland Way though so I used the maps.me app for parts of it.
A series of unrelated chance encounters with strangers through 2019 had led me to Findhorn:
- Jan – at the Camino Ways exhibitor at the NY Times Travel Show in the Javits Center, NYC, a couple of strangers told me about the Via Francigena hike in Italy.
- March – while hiking the Via Francigena a chain smoking Basque, Beatrice, informed me her favorite Camino hike was the Via de la Plata/Camino Sanabres from Seville to Santiago de Compostela.
- May/June – while hiking the Via de la Plata/Camino Sanabres I met David who told me all about the Findhorn Community where he lived.
- Aug – now hiking to the Findhorn Community.
Your whole life could be one big adventure like this, with one unexpected encounter leading to another, if only you were open to change and learning from people who are different to you. Chance encounters are one of the main reasons I love traveling so much. So try not to be shackled to the views of those in your usual immediate surroundings or even those that were prevalent in your environment where you grew up – instead, look out for those special people who will light your way as you’re led from one unexpected path to another.
There were many highlights of the trip – here’s a few:
The second day from Balmaha to Inverarnan alongside Loch Lomond is worthy of note for many reasons. For a start, the 21 miles took way longer than expected – 11 hours instead of 9, probably due to the never-ending winding paths that ran through the dense woodlands surrounding the loch.
Then there were the ominous dark clouds of midges – I didn’t realize the extent of my itchy bites until later and would subsequently use a very effective and appropriately named repellent, ‘Smidge’. And for good measure I finished the day off by staying in an infamous haunted pub, The Drovers Inn…I wondered why I was getting some strange looks from other customers when they realized I was actually staying there overnight. Good job I didn’t google the place until the following morning https://www.droversinn.co.uk/about-us/ghosts/...and yes, I was staying in room 2!
On the fourth day the stretch from Kingshouse to Kingslochleven had some of the best scenery of the West Highland Way, with elevated views over wooded valleys disappearing into the distance -- it was a pity I was in a rush since I had over 30 miles to cover to get to Inverlochy Castle beyond Fort William. I staggered in through the palatial rooms to the rear garden set in beautiful extensive grounds and kept ordering cold IPA’s from the immaculately dressed waiter until my thirst had receded. The wealthy Americans dressed to the nines, sipping fancy cocktails and listening to a girl play the harp didn’t seem to mind me being a tad underdressed for the occasion, covered in sweat and dust.
The moorlands section from Laggan to Kingussie was my favorite stage of the East Highland Way – it was beautifully wild and remote with the added attraction of getting lost, both geographically and internally. Barely recognizable footpaths meandered alongside splashing streams that cut through hills of yellowing grass stretching into the distance.
Some sections of the Speyside Way and Dava Way ran along old railway routes -- Aberlour to Tormore, Cromdale to Nethy Bridge and Grantown on Spey to Forres. Replete with platforms and converted stations they appeared as a world long forgotten, like faded memories from a path once trod. But I did travel back in time with a ride on a steam train on a section that still exists between Nethy Bridge and Aviemore.
Aberlour was one of my favorite villages from the old railway sections with its station converted to a quaint tea shop and located on a beautiful stretch of the River Spey. And the old pub I stayed in there, The Mash Tun, had been designed with rounded walls to look like a ship and had an extensive selection of scotch whiskeys.
My stay at the Findhorn Community which, although not involving a geographical journey, was very much about continuing along the inner path, and suffice to say, the world seemed very different when I hiked out of Findhorn to when I’d hiked in just one week before. It was as if my inner and outer paths had converged and my soul had become part of the landscape.
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Day 12 - There's a forest behind the cottage I'm staying in and I've been deliberately roaming aimlessly around it in the evenings. There's nobody there. Just me and the deer......and the sunset of course :)
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[OC] The best camping spot. Nethy Bridge, northern Cairngorms, Scotland. The Lazy Duck campsite if anyone's interested. [5312x2988] via /r/EarthPorn https://ift.tt/3a9cSwm
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