Over the Hill to Boloquoy Mill

Finally! A brief report on last week’s walk with our Ranger…

A party of ten set off from Villafield and walked down the track to the NW.  Dominique gave us instruction to have our cameras out and use them – and we did!  Beginning with the cows immediately to hand,

Coos
Coos

and snapping wild flowers as we went,

orchid
orchid

we came shortly to a ruinous cottage at Mires

Mires
Mires

– with a rotting wooden post just before the cottage attracting much attention.

Rotting wood always attracts photographers...
Rotting wood always attracts photographers...

We spent some time around Mires, variously snapping Bird’s Foot Trefoil, Marsh Marigolds, Bog-cotton, orchids, timid rabbits and the odd ruin (like each other). Then we moved on to the cliff top, to photograph more wild flowers, the seascape, abundant fulmars, boulder beaches, old rotting carcases. . .  It is truly amazing just what will draw the photographic eye!

Rotting wood AND rusty nails? Oh, photographic Joy!
Rotting wood AND rusty nails? Oh, photographic Joy!

We plodded on, to Boloquoy – pausing to look at and photograph lichens, and to take many and various shots of an abandoned ladder in a field.

That ubiquitous ladder
That ubiquitous ladder

At Boloquoy we were treated to a little talk on the history and function of the mill from Mr O Driver. We also ate our lunch, leaving a disappointingly short time for shooting the actual mill, which sports a water wheel that remains in astonishingly good shape.

mill and wheel
mill and wheel

While we dawdled at the Mill I was persuaded to whip out both my zoom lens and my polarising filter – to good effect.

Iris
Iris - zoomed
Orkney sky - polarised
Orkney sky - polarised

With the promise of a cup of tea waiting for us at Lonnie, we made our way up the slight rise from Boloquoy – finding a few photographic subjects on the way. There included another ruinous cottage (with a strikingly well tended garden for contrast) and a delightfully aged red tractor.

Contrasts
Contrasts
Rusty Tractor
Rusty Tractor

After a lovely cup of tea and tasty cake from the equally lovely M.at Lonnie, we dawdled the last few yards back to the cars – deeply content after a simply smashing outing. The weather was kind and the company was  delightful.

Here is the route – just under 2 miles but it took us 3 hours due to all the shutter action.

Route map . Pins at start and end, and at Mires and Boloquoy
Route map . Pins at start and end, and at Mires and Boloquoy

I took a whopping 239 exposures and a set of 87 images made it as far as Flickr. The group of walkers are sharing their favourite shots via the gallery on the Sanday web site. Not all images are up yet but you can view the ones that are in the album here.

Here is my Flickr set, as a slideshow (if you have the stamina!)

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Hot, hot, hot

I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I amContinue readingHot, hot, hot

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:Continue readingB-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Recent movements of the: Two Snails

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

We are getting ever closer to our new van. It is supposedly 13 days away. I say “supposedly” because we have been here before and I shall not quickly forget the horrors of last year when Mr Snail had to stay near Paris for several nights after travelling up on the train at 6am and… Continue reading It’s coming…

Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…