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 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.
Last one of the year, a quick post while getting ready to go out on New Years Eve. Also possibly the last one of the roof of the Glasgow Botanic Gardens I’ll post for a while. I’ll try to keep my roof fetish down to a dull roar in future. So, 2008 is on the way out and 2009 will be with us in a few small hours. No resolutions, just hopes and wishes. Whatever you’re up to tonight, haveRead More
Possibly the last photo I’ll post before the true nature of the festive season jumps us all in a dark alley. Currently without broadband after re-locating, hopefully I’ll get a connection to the outside world early on in the new year. So in case I’m not back before the first of the first, all of y’all have a great Christmas, a good new year and a moderately acceptable 2009.
One more from Glasgow before I pack the laptop up with the rest of the boxes. Somewhere on the Loch Lomond drive I think (open to correction) there was a parking spot with a convenient amount of picturesque frozen stuff within spitting distance. Course, if you had spit, it would have frozen instantly and you’d have been left with an icicle hanging off your head. But I digress… Next post will be from wherever I can scab broadband from forRead More
One of the most magnificent universities I’ve ever visited. Taken inside the cloisters at Glasgow University, facing out onto a frosty, snowy courtyard. A quiet, tranquil place to spend a bit of time… Unless there’s half a dozen members of a family playing an impromptu game of football 50 yards away from you.
The wonderful, the marvelous, the often copied but never bettered (or battered either) ceiling fish of Glasgow! These monsters are swimming around just inside the door of what I would call the main building of the botanic gardens.. or are they hanging from the ceiling? I haven’t quite made my mind up yet.
Stirling bridge, where (and I may have gotten the biased version) the Scottish beat the hell out of the English some time ago. Nevertheless, a very impressive bridge. Even more so when everything around it was covered in a thick layer of frost. Wish I could have managed the elusive angle with the bridge & river in the foreground and the Wallace monument and snow capped mountains in the background. Next time!
The outside of the glass roof at the botanic gardens in Glasgow city. First time there, but I already know I’ll be going back. Fantastic place, great food (although I’m not too sure about the haggis), great people (and their great accents) and some amazing architecture. Spent a quite chilly weekend there only to come back to quite a chilly Ireland. Suppose it’s the season for it. Great way to ring in the changes that are going to be comingRead More
Fallen from the tree, perhaps knocked off by a careless tourist, but still looking rather healthy while lying in the middle of a cold steel grated floor. Sometimes, when you think nothing good can be made of a bad situation, you have to take a step back (and in this case a crouch down) to get the full picture. And then crop a bit.
After a couple of days in Edinburgh, walking from the hotel to the shops wore thin. So, onto a tour bus and to indulge further in the touristy thang. The Botanic Gardens was the first stop on our whirlwind tour, best part of which was the very large series of glasshouses. Condensation tried it’s best to get the better of my lenses, but I managed to get a few shots in between swearing at the hot/cold/humid/dry rooms. Damn nature, whyRead More
Taken from somewhere near the top of the Sir Walter Scott Monument (which was stupidly difficult for me to get to the top of), this is.. well, Edinburgh. Posting is going to be light for the weekend. Think light like non-existent. That kind of light. I’m off up north-west to do ‘the vimto run’. This basically involved getting in the car, driving from Sligo to Enniskillen and popping into Asda for an unhealthy amount of Vimto. Mmmmmmmhmmmm!
Perhaps the most fascinating alleyway I’ve ever seen. It was like a labyrinth of perpendicular stairways and doorways. This was taken shortly after discovering a little goldmine of pubs, restaurants, take aways and other goodies right down the street from the hotel. This time I was a tourist.. Obviously!
The one o’clock gun fired at Edinburgh castle in Scotland. This is the second shot in a quick series. The first one is quite blurred. Why? Because I took it as a result of the shock I got when the gun was fired. It frightened the holy hell out of me, my hand tightened up and my finger pressed the shutter! Thankfully I managed to get this one before the smoke cleared too much. I really didn’t expect it toRead More