Mr Heron is waiting patiently.
Ooops, I’m a bit late joining in with Debbie’s One Word Sunday.
I thought this photo of the boat going through the bridge, making interesting reflections, was ideal for the challenge, and then I started thinking … Do we go through a bridge, or should it be under? If the bridge were wider (not longer), and more of a tunnel, we’d definitely say through wouldn’t we? At what point do we change from under to through? How wide would the bridge need to be? Luckily there are some overhanging branches; the boat will be going through them – or will it be going under them too? Now my head is hurting…
It was quite early on a bright Saturday morning at the end of March and Mevagissey harbour was looking very attractive. The tide was out and the boats just lay there, waiting for the water to come and release them.
We started by walking along the east wharf, past the very sheltered inner harbour, stopping to look back towards the town. There is a little museum here but it wasn’t open, sadly.
Walking on we went right to the end of the breakwater which forms part of the outer harbour and stood for a while watching the waves.
Looking across we could see the other side of the harbour and decided to retrace our steps and then walk along the west wharf to the lighthouse which marks the harbour entrance.
On our way to the lighthouse we had spotted a sign for the coastal path and decided to go up the steps and then loop round and back into town through the houses. From the top we had great views of the harbour and buildings.
Walking down through the narrow streets we decided that a warming coffee was needed to finish off our little outing and there was no shortage of choices of cafes around the harbour from which to choose.
I’m linking this with Jo’s Monday Walk, where you will find lots of other lovely walks.
What are the odds that you are sitting at your laptop, on a Wednesday morning, looking through your photos for something to illustrate this week’s challenge of ‘against the odds’, when a pheasant lands in a tree in your garden? A pheasant which I’ve never seen in the garden before – normally they are associated with open countryside, woodland edges and hedgerows. What are the odds that you have your camera right there beside you and can take a picture?
We might not be impressed by having our grass full of dandelion seed heads but, if you look at them closely, they are very graceful, and amazingly detailed and delicate.
Ambience is something that lifts your mood and, for me anyway, is often to do with the lighting. Here’s a little bit of mid-January ambience in Ashton Lane, Glasgow.
During the festive break in Scotland, we had one sunny morning when the rain stayed away and the gale force winds had finally subsided, so we grabbed the opportunity for a quick outing.
Despite having visited the area on many, many occasions over the years this was the first time I had walked to Glen Finglas to look at the dam and the reservoir. Glen Finglas is in the heart of the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park and in the mid 1960s a dam was built at one end, the valley was flooded, and a reservoir created to serve the city of Glasgow. There is parking near the small tea room in Brig o’ Turk (sadly closed over the winter, so there was no opportunity for a warming hot chocolate after our exertions) and from there the walk to the dam is an easy stroll.
We have a view of snow covered Ben Venue in the distance as we set off along the road.
We pass an information board which tells us about the poet, author, social thinker and artist John Ruskin and a group known as The Glasgow Boys. Click on the picture to read all about it.
In 1853 Glen Finglas was the setting for a scandal surrounding Ruskin and the artist John Everett Millais – a scandal which rocked the British art establishment and Victorian society and which involved a painting and an affair… You can read all about it here. Our walk takes us past the red-porched house in Brig o’ Turk in which Ruskin and his wife probably stayed during that summer.
As we approach the dam, our surroundings change from rugged woodland on either side of the road and the tumbling waters of the river to manicured grass – it is quite a contrast.
Following the path round to the left we make our way up onto the dam itself and are afforded beautiful views of the reservoir and surrounding hills.
If you enjoyed this walk and have some energy left, you might like to join Jo’s Monday Walks.