HD on Vimeo Bealach Na Ba, once the only road into the remote western shores town of Applecross. Now a ‘must ride’ road for those that prefer the two wheeled mode of transport. Think of the road like any country road around Wicklow, except on steroids. Oh and with a perfect surface. Oh and with …
Or, well, up the west coast anyway. I can never seem to leave Scotland without either taking a whole load of photos with the intention of stitching them later in photoshop or (now that I’ve got the X100) using the built in panorama mode. Before you scoff along the lines of ‘pah, built in panorama …
Monsters are vanquished, beaten by a brave knight. Lots on the horizon but can’t quite make it out yet. Onward and upward? Maybe. Time and travel will tell. Happy 2011.
Scotland. Can I go back now please?
Head goes out the window, clickity click. Head comes back in the window with scorched eyeballs. Owidy ow. But worth it.
On our way out to Skye. Possibly my only shot without a tourist in it.
One fine day in Scotland.
On The Jacobite heading from Fort William to Mallaig. Pre-set the camera, stuck it out the window and this is the result. Can’t say fairer than that.
Getting to the summit the easy way, inside a rather small gondola. In the distance, where we started in the car park. Not pictured, where we were going. A beautiful sunny but cold day and a fantastic view awaited us at the top. The more I look at all the Scotland photos in lightroom, the …
i.e. what I’d go back over there in. I think I left my phone charger somewhere between Stirling and Fort William, I better go back over and spend 20 years looking for it.
After climbing into the cab, met this cheery chap ready to dispense technical information and little known gems of wisdom relating to the line and the train. While the other several hundred tourists were taking photos of various bells, whistles, levers and dials I talked him into doing a quick bit of modelling. Cue for …
Couldn’t help but think of The Planters Daughter when taking this. All the horror of my tattered leaving cert poetry book came flooding back. Damn you Clarke, and the rest!
Underground in Glasgow last year. Waiting for what the locals call ‘The Clockwork Orange’. It’s orange and it goes around in a circle. Don’t ask too many questions, I didn’t. A decidedly more pleasant commuting experience when compared to the London Underground; Something I’ve become all too familiar with in the last couple of years. …
Trams aren’t made like this anymore. Anyone that’s ever been on the red Luas line could tell you that. In the Glasgow transport museum, best place to go (aside from the pub) when the weather takes a turn.
The Transport Museum in Glasgow. Great spot, lots of lovely old bikes! Well, a few old cars too, as you can see here.
An all too unsure if I should be there or not walk around the prep area before an evening of stock car racing in Cowdenbeath. You may have guessed, due to the decor in the photo, that Cowdenbeath is in Scotland. That is all.
The usual weekend pilgrimage to Cowdenbeath Racewall for some stock car racing. As if that wasn’t enough, just to prove this all took place in Scotland I submit for your attention the above photograph. As always, a wonderful place to spend a weekend. Scotland that is, not a race track. But that’s not bad either.
While doing the rounds in Edinburgh castle.
On board the Royal Yacht Britannia again, with old rotary phones and analog dials & switches as far as the eye could see. Retro heaven!
On board the Royal Yacht Britannia while partaking on a bus tour around Edinburgh. Not among some of the finer details on the immense ship, but certainly the most photogenic… (my kinda photogenic anyway!)