Monday, 27 September 2010


Good ol' George......First bit of 'positive'  news from the IMF and he hits the headlines. 'Crap' news would have been deflected by his Lib Dem Coalition dogsbodies. What a total tosser you are George.
And the IMF are no better, slimily coming to the aid of their capitalist brothers. Where were they when their banker mates were bringing this country to its knees? Dicks.

Thursday, 23 September 2010

The Road To Paradise

These pictures evoke such strong emotions in me that I'd struggle to put them into words.

So I'm not going to try.

Suffice to say that I took these pictures almost a year ago on my first visit to Harris. It was to turn out to be the last happy, carefree time that Irene, Fiona and I spent together.

I don't often post personal stuff...... probably just as well.

Slowly In The West

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Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Douglas Dunn

Tay Bridge by Douglas Dunn

A sky that tastes of rain that’s still to fall

And then of rain that falls and tastes of sky…

The colour of the country’s moist and subtle

In dusk’s expected rumour. Amplify

All you can see this evening and the broad

Water enlarges, Dundee slips by an age

Into its land before the lights come on.

Pale, mystic lamps lean on the river-road

Bleaching the city’s lunar after-image,

And there’s the moon, and there’s the setting sun.

The rail bridge melts in a dramatic haze.

Slow visibility – a long train floats

Through a stopped shower’s narrow waterways

Above rose-coloured river, dappled motes

In the eye and the narrow piers half-real

Until a cloud somewhere far in the west

Mixes its inks and draws iron and stone

In epic outlines, black and literal.

Now it is simple, weathered, plain, immodest

In waterlight and late hill-hidden sun

High water adds freshwater-filtered salt

To the aquatic mirrors, a thin spice

That sharpens light on Middle Bank, a lilt

In the reflected moon’s analysis.

Mud’s sieved and rained from pewter into gold

Conjectural infinity’s outdone

By engineering, light and hydrous fact,

A waterfront that rises fold by fold

Into the stars beyond the last of stone,

A city’s elements, local, exact.

Douglas Dunn 1942 -

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Poetry Of The Highest Order

One of two poems created by the fictional poet John Lillison, 'England's greatest one-armed poet'.

Pointy Birds
O pointy birds,
O pointy pointy.
Anoint my head,

The other poem is the equally stunning In Dillan's Grove.

In Dillan's Grove my love did die,
and now in ground shall ever lie.
None could ever replace her visage,
until your face brought thoughts of kissage.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Scottish Skies

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Saturday, 11 September 2010

Colin Blunstone

No idea why this song popped into my head this rainy Saturday morning. But I'm glad it did.
I love Colin Blunstone's wistful voice. It's unique.

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Every Cloud....

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Monday, 6 September 2010

Monifieth Beach

Taken this morning at Monifieth. Above is looking from the beach across the park to the village.

I spent a large chunk of my childhood pottering about on those sands. I learned many things there......

How to swim, how to fish, how to play golf, how to scavenge, how to start a fire, how not to drink cider........ the list goes on.

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Thursday, 2 September 2010

Corgarff Castle

Skies around the Lecht and Corgarff areas in Invernessshire.

This is the remains of something...... not sure was round and made of stones. Bit vague I know, but hey, I don't know everything.

This is Corgarff Castle, at least I know that.

Here's the history bit....

n 1571, however, Corgarff was torched by Adam Gordon of Auchindoun, ostensibly in support of Mary Queen of Scots(the Forbes family supported the government of the infant King James VI) but there was a long-standing feud between the Forbes and the Gordons. [7.1] In 1571, Adam Gordon besieged Corgarff while Lord Forbes was away on business. [7.2] The laird of Corgarff was away, but Margaret, his wife, was at home and refused them entry. [7.3]

They were replaced with two single-storey pavilions and the star-shaped wall, equipped with musket-loops, that gives Corgarff its unrivalled appearance. [7.4]

In November 1571, Adam Gordon, brother of the Earl of Huntly, attempted to take Corgarff. [7.5]

The grass-grown remains of a small quarry have been recorded in pasture about 90m to the south-west of Corgarff Castle. [7.6]

These were followed by the plunder of Lord Forbes seat itself, and then the murder of twenty-seven Forbes of Towieat Corgarff. [7.7]

On the hill above the castle is this odd Standing Stone, inscribed with a poem of sorts and funny little holes which you look through and can see various landmarks around the area, including the castle.

A bit of an oddity, but quite nice nevertheless.

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