The Laminaria suffered from a little paddy I had last night and was frogged around about midnight. All the way. I have to begin again.
Let’s not dwell on it.
I woke this morning keen to get out and about after yesterday’s solid knitting and asked Mr L if we might go on a Project Spectrum “North” photo safari. We went here:
We took the bottles to the bottle bank first, very “green” (most of them were green beer bottles, actually) and then took the dogs in a vaguely North-ish direction, so that I could get some rocks, stones, and greenish things photographed.
When we got home, I set the images downloading while we made a breakfast/brunch and after we had eaten, I found that I had taken 145 images. I spent the rest of the day sorting, editing and uploading!
The day’s efforts may be seen at Flickr, but here’s a small selection, and a brief summary of what’s what.
I had to put the green boots on and take them for an outing, didn’t I?
Getting them on was a struggle as my toe resolutely resists bending sufficiently -Â and I think that they are honestly a little small for me anyway.
They look smart though, don’t they?
I wanted to photograph the cairn (see map.) In days gone by cairns like this one helped fishermen navigate at sea. These days fishermen mostly have satellite equipment but cairns are maintained still, useful to one-handed boats that do not carry electronic gear.
I set the weak sun to my back, and took a photograph that I hoped approximated to a northward view. Of course, I had forgotten to take the compass with me. Silly woman.
You can see the holms stretching out into the sea. Today was not the day for crossing – I’ll go out another day before the end of PS4 North, as there are great examples of planticrus out there, plus the ruins of a chapel. I’m happy enough though – this is the one shot that I wanted to get today.
Here’s why we couldn’t cross to the holms…
being restricted spoiled nobody’s fun however. The dogs especially had a great time…
I took photos of rocks and lichens…
…and rocks and sea
and rocks in walls with lichens
and lots and lots and lots of attempts at capturing a Fulmar in flight…
and Fulmars with rocks, of course…
and here’s a bonus shot taken on the way out, at Otterswick Bay.