Girona – northern Spain’s largest city lies 62 miles north of Barcelona. Its position has been fought over many times by the French just 40 miles to the north. Wilfred the Hairy the Count of Barcelona, incorporated it within Barcelona’s power in 878.
It is a beautiful City full of pastels, history, alcoves (or is it nooks and crannies), cathedrals. From the Catalan flags you can feel it is Catalan in spirit, rarely a Spanish flag in sight. (more…)
Tabart Ness is a small peninsula on the north-east coast of Scotland, between Golspie and Findhorn. It is a rolling spit that protrudes into the North Sea while dividing the Dornoch and Cromarty firths. While this lies between busy destinations it therefore offers a quiet pleasant off-route from the main A9 road with rolling farmed fields and Portmahomack village.
Duncansby Head stacks are on the most northerly point of the British mainland, a higher latitude than John’O’Groats. On this Summer’s day the mist was pouring from the land to the sea, unusually. Yet blue skies over the North Sea. Yet the stacks or pinnacles are so majestic and give a good sign of coastal erosion.
I took a short walk around Stirling in ice and snow. Overcast boring skies meant a focus on the buildings and streets. The icicles are interesting hanging at an angle from The Golden Lion Hotel, Stirling. You can see there has been a constant left-right wind blowing up King street meaning as the icicle forms, it grows at an angle.
I began to scan old Kodachrome colour film transparencies taken by my father. This post is about researching images with which you know nothing of where or when they were taken. I picked-up my magnifying glass, opened Google Chrome browser and travelled the world.
The scanned photographs were found inside a Kodachrome box with “Honeymoon” handwritten on it. So I suspected these shots were from my parents honeymoon on the Spanish island of Majorca in 1957.
Early November flurries of snow carpeted the Ochils bringing errie quiet, until Poppy arrives. Bounding in circles, snorting and rolling in the cold stuff, a happy dog.
