Me-Now-Views; Less Speak More Peek

Seen through the rear-view mirror whilst on the ferry!
Am splitting up the few remaining shots from D's visit over today and next Tuesday.

Moonrise over the Firth of Clyde. (Inverkip on the hill, the Tern Ocean shipping by...)

Dovecot of Tantallon Castle, Berwick Law peeking over the banking

Menowtouroppurayshunul; the see the sea episode.

Failte! I, Brom of Dun Omhain (Dunoon, temporarily), shared with you some of the trip out to Tantallon castle on last Friday's post. you saw the land-side part of it... but turn around and...

Now, you may think that water is quite close, but let me tell you, if I had taken a tumble over that edge, that would have been it. No more Brom. A hundred feet of rock cliff and and a very sharp-edged landing, then pounding waves... I am just glad that YAM-aunty had such a firm grip on my kilt. Jus' sayin'.

The very great huge tanker on the horizon was the Zourva... waiting to go in and collect oil at Grangemouth.

Look at all the white-tops on those waves, it shows how windy it was. Focus on that island now. That is the very famous (among birdy types) Bass Rock, home of ridiculous numbers of gannets. It was lucky the wind was blowing from land to sea and not the other way round. Trust me on that.

Aunty spent 87 hours a long time trying to capture a gannet in Fudge's lens.

Can you see it? Definitely need the biggfy function to even stand a chance on that one!

Not aunty's fault, she tells me, cuz the birds kept doing zoomies on the big wind. Supersonic gannets.

On this close-up, you can see some of the gazillion gannets sitting on the cliffs... well to be fair, you can see them in the full shot too, but they could just be part of the rock, looking from that distance.

Anyway, we turned around again and took in some more of the castle details.

again, the info boards are not compulsory viewing, but biggyfying will help!

There were more photos, of course, but they will be here tomorrow, aunty says. Meanwhile, it was time to scramble our way back over the grassy mound, battling the wind, to reach the Ren.

On the way we think this farmer may have had some curly pasta for his lunch...

Back on the road we drove along the coastal route back to Edinburgh. We made one stop only... at Aberlady reserve; the tide was fully out which meant that most of the birds were too - too far for even the Fudge's legendary lens. It was very beautiful though and there were sanderlings, tern, sandpipers, heron, oyster catchers, ducks... and this fellow...

It is a curlew. It is on 'red status' so is a protected species (**see below). Aunty tells me that when she was a girl, curlews were 'ten a penny'... but this is the first one she has seen one since ever she returned to the Bonny Land, so she was very excited. Would you like to hear it?...

That evening, cousin D got her bag packed and ready and on the Tuesday morning she and aunty talked and talked and shared photos and before you could count to eighty seven, it was time to drive to the airport. The father came along for the ride. The humans shared a cuppa something together - and a muffin - then it was time to say farewell.

I, Brom, really enjoyed cousin D's visit as it made aunty take me to another great castle and to see the sea. I think I like the sea - certainly to see it...

...I wonder what adventure aunty has left for me before I have to return to Mara and Norway...?


Red list criteria

  • Globally threatened
  • Historical population decline in UK during 1800–1995
  • Severe (at least 50%) decline in UK breeding population over last 25 years, or longer-term period (the entire period used for assessments since the first BoCC review, starting in 1969).
  • Severe (at least 50%) contraction of UK breeding range over last 25 years, or the longer-term period


MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly

A vid-clip for you today; came upon it when off on a completely different research. It happens. What is for you won't go by you. It is Sufi wisdom. It matches that of all great philosophies; all are One and One Alone. Let the music sink into your core being; admire the beauty and pathos of the images; feel the depth... of you. Blessings. Yxx