Andrew MacLaren-Scott's Blog, page 32
August 12, 2017
Setting sail until September
Published on August 12, 2017 15:35
August 11, 2017
The Black Castle
Their sign calls it a bed & breakfast establishment. The Breadalbane room is £255 per night, or you could slum it in the Argyll room for a mere £180. We admired, then moved on.
Published on August 11, 2017 18:18
Old walls beneath a heavy sky
Published on August 11, 2017 12:27
August 10, 2017
Sunshine time
I awakened with a sense that something was not right. It was early, but I was alone. The house was silent. Where had she gone? I wandered through, calling out for her, but then through a window I could see... Ah, the sunshine had arrived. She likes her sunshine, even enough to sneak and creep away from me, to be sitting there with eyes shut like a lizard on a rock.Whereas I, being more a slothful creature of the shade, retreated in silence and went back to bed.
Published on August 10, 2017 18:52
Lifeblood returning
Published on August 10, 2017 05:59
August 9, 2017
Treading gently on a natural mosaic
The effect of water and time - barely imaginable amounts of both - on the Scottish shore
I don't think I made much difference (not only here, but everywhere)
I don't think I made much difference (not only here, but everywhere)
Published on August 09, 2017 13:01
August 8, 2017
Scottish Gingers
Moving swiftly on from sluggish sex (previous post), but not entirely unrelated, I have a suspicion some more Scottish Gingers may be on the way. (All pictures get gloriously bigger if you click 'em, in case you didn't know).
And I was a (fairly light) ginger myself long ago, before anyone suspects me of anti-ginger tendencies
And I was a (fairly light) ginger myself long ago, before anyone suspects me of anti-ginger tendencies
Published on August 08, 2017 15:12
Sluggish sex
They are hermaphrodites, apparently, wrapping extravagantly coloured sexual organs around themselves and exchanging sperm from male bit to male bit, then separating and each laying eggs from female bits... if I have understood that right, which I may well not have; but did they really have to do it on my doorstep? In the act of trying to gently transfer them on a trowel to my riverbank I am afaid I may have spoiled their evening, for they parted... No happy ending? Maybe once I had gone.
Published on August 08, 2017 15:02
Scenes between showers
A somewhat unsuccessful shared selfie, but the sky was magnificent
Deep inside Kilchurn Castle
The finest way and place to travel, in my opinion
and never any shortage of fresh water
Deep inside Kilchurn Castle
The finest way and place to travel, in my opinion
and never any shortage of fresh water
Published on August 08, 2017 06:14
August 7, 2017
Slices of Scotland on a warm cloudy day
Published on August 07, 2017 02:28


