August's photo round up

I started this post yesterday, sitting slumped on the settee having made the most of a wet and miserable Saturday.  We'd been on a major 'get-stuff-ready-for-school /uni' drive as well as buying a wardrobe for  Youngest.

That turned out to be a full on tetras-style-shifting up two floors which culminated with finding the wardrobe was 10cm too tall for his pitched roof. Gah.

Himself managed to correct the situation which required a close encounter with a circular saw. It still took some very careful manoeuvres to get it to fit ... and if we were ever to move - we would definitely have to leave the wardrobe in situ!

Any hoo - back to the photos.
You lovely lot have done me proud again! Such a wide range of interpretations and stories - you keep getting better and better :)

Wild About World - a late entry (but if she wasn't,  I would think something was amiss!) had a glorious selection and my favourite was her 'Blue', I fell in love with the evocative shades of faded blue wooden panels.

Susan - Granny Smith's Quilts - certainly thought out of the box. I loved her 'Green' she made me smile with all her road signs. I thought the UK has quirky place names but she found some really interesting ones near her home in Australia.

Tess from Driftwood also had a brilliant selection and my favourite was her final offering - My Choice - ethereal and mystical,  while Jak's Tales once again had a lovely collection featuring her very beloved 'Jak-the-cat'. My favourite was her 'Favourite', I was there to help to polish off that delicious feast! I know a lot of work went into the preparation and it was a real visual feast too:)

Fil produced a cracking list of photos and stories - I was intrigued by her image for 'Eye' of the Janus Figure on Boa Island, County Fermanagh, looks almost 'Easter-Island-ish'.

Lovely Lady of Threads through my Life definately takes the 'award' for the most thought-out-of-the-box pictures and I fell immediately for her 'My own choice' - of the heron on her porch - AmAzING!
Julie also had aN excellent selection and I loved her clever way of combining two choices with one image  ... Blue and Feet -nice one!

Sadly missing this month was my Eldest - his mind is on other things - like uni and volunteering.

And on another note ... I've reached for my paints recently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm bit rusty, will need more practice - yay!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch Poldark  .. yum

Weekend Warriors

Although planned (for almost a year) this weekend nearly fizzled. Nearly was forgotten, nearly faded away .... then at the last minute the troops rallied and in a flurry of madness and almost slap-dashery, we were ready and off as soon as Youngest had stepped out of the shower.

And*I*am*so*very*VERY*glad*we *did.

There has been a lot going on in the hawthorn household and this was the very break I/we all needed. We were up in Dumfries and Galloway specifically to see the final hurrah of the Kirkcudbright Summer Festival which we'd caught last year and vowed to return. 

The weather was glorious, despite dire warnings by the met office of wind and rain, we were only rained on once. We'd sat beneath two huge golfing umbrellas drinking tea and munching on ginger biscuits and watched the rain splatter on the silky grey tarn turning it from mirror smooth to a gun-metal grey textured surface.

One of our evenings we had a 'braai' (BBQ) along side a forest river. There is a 'wild' road rambling through the forests known as the 'Raiders Road', half way along an area has been opened out to allow wild camping, fires and river swimming. 

We love going, the boys have fond memories of swimming in the waters, to me it reminds me of Africa and Himself loves the scenery and the access to the river and Moss - well Moss thought this was ... ThE BEsT PLacE in ThE WorLD' as it had a RIVER right next to it and she could SWIM SWIM SWIM when ever she wanted - we think the dog has webbed feet (webbed brain more likely...)

We ate 'hobo-packets' - a delicious combo of vegetables wrapped up in foil and cooked on the coals, salmon with basil and mushrooms, the obligatory meats for the carnivores and bannock breads wrapped on sticks .... they were a bit hit and miss, something to do with cooks I suspect ... some concentrated more than others.... 

It was a fun and laughter filled evening apart from the midgies (which were very playful as tried to eat us whole - we did fight back ... almost lost but survived long enough to eat our smoky meal and take loads of photos before retreating to the car smelling of incense/midge spray/fire smoke).

We walked and we talked and stared at the sea. 

It helped clear my head - this precious weekend and my treasured gang of four 

filled my heart with sunshine and love.

It certainly helped me practise gratitude and made me feel stronger.

August Scavenger Photo-hunt!

Blue

Moss and I were waiting for Eldest to complete his day of volunteering up in Malham.

Leaning back, against a haversack with book in hand, 

I looked up and through a veil of wind blown grass heads, 

I watched clouds bob across a blue blue sky.

Eye

Pan, our 'princess' was a rescue. 

Her origins are not particularly auspicious however, 

she does not let that get her in her way. 

She has complete and utter rule, we are merely her staff and we live within her domain. 

We love her dearly and we'd like to  think, that in her own funny little way - 

she is rather fond tolerant of us.

Button

We found this 'button' on farmland. Far away from any buildings. It's nearest 'neighbour' was rusting farm equipment - I immediately thought 'button' as in on a tractor or something similar, 

the boys disagreed but were not able to offer a suitable alternative. 

Himself thought it might be an old door knob. 

Oh ... hmmm - he's probably correct. 

Hey ho, for the needs of an image, I decreed it a button!

Favourite

My dear dear man, 

who stands by me, stands up for me 

and brings me a coffee in bed on a Saturday morning,

(plus silly collie)

at the foot of Vaternish Lighthouse,

Skye.

Feet

Same furry 'princess'.

Glass

I am fascinated by the history of church architecture, 

the stories that the buildings have woven into their fabric. 

Even the smallest and least imposing seem to have a stained glass window 

bequeathed to them by a long forgotten benefactor. 

Green

Our favourite evening walk incorporates a stop at our neighbouring village green.

At the base of the wall is a trough, filled by spring water. Once the village's water supply,

due to typhoid it was relegated to decorative purposes only,

and a dog watering hole.

And just in case you did not notice the dog ...

she is the levitating idiot in the middle of the image....

Floor

Our front vestibule 

(a very posh name for the very small and useless space in our hallway) 

has a rather gloriously Victorian mosaic floor. 

We never see it or appreciate it, in fact I'd even forgotten it was there 

until I collected the post one morning and realised I could use the pattern for my floor photo.

Knitted/crocheted/sewn/hand made

A couple of years ago, 

I was invited to knit a guillemot for a coastal themed summer display.

So for one balmy summer, 

I had a wonky guillemot 

residing in the information centre in the delightful village of St Abbs, Scotland.

My own choice

The last day of our holidays in Skye, 

the afternoon sun lit up the seed heads of  yellow Cat's Ear. 

It seemed to depict my mood - the end of the season, the beginning of autumn,

the end of my holiday,

yet it seemed so calm and organised,

fruitful and positive.

If you have joined in with my Scavenger photo hunt,
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so we can all visit and see your lovely photos!

Bhalaigh Island - island hopping micro-adventure

The day had a certain crispness about it - a blue sky with silky clouds and clear clear views. We'd timed our walk with the receding tide so we could have maximum time to walk over the sands to the tiny flat island of Bhalaigh (pron Vallay).

Our 'pathway' was only in our heads and on the map as each day the previous footprints were washed away by the sea leaving a pristine silvery grey landscape and a small green slash on the horizon. This was our destination. Along the way we had to watch out for the deeper channels in the sands and harder ridges that stubbed the toes.

In places the sea lingered, leaving twinkling salty mirrors which Moss and Youngest ran through splashing and laughing along our 2 mile tidal reach. The distant island growing ever closer. The only land mark being a small grassy rock halfway which guided us towards Bhalaigh.

Then, growing out of the sands - the reason I wanted to visit - Vallay House, an abandon mansion with it's subordinate estate house and cottages which in it's glory days housed up to 60 people.. We stopped at the gates to put our boots back on and took in the view.

We walked up the stony flower lined track towards the ruin which grew more impressive with every step. Hidden by the machair was the erstwhile stately now rusty fence and gates. We were lead directly to the front door. Now too dangerous to enter we peeped inside trying to imagine it's previous splendour.

 

My heart felt a pang when we discovered the main room's fireplace. Still a verdant jade green with the once brilliant red walls now peeling and fading. I could only imagine the parties and celebrations that may have occurred in this former grand room.

Once we'd seen what we could of the main house, we turned our attentions to the adjacent farm house and buildings. Looking as ruinous as the main house, once we'd explored we discovered they seemed to have weathered a little better than the mansion. One of the cottages with a bit of love and attention could be modestly lived in.

After we'd filled our eyes and our conversations with the houses, we dropped off the small island on to an even tinier one. No bigger than a large rock, we sat, opened the flask and the shortbread biscuits and revelled in the sunshine. Ever conscious on the returning tide we explored just a little more before removing boots and heading for the sands for the return journey. The sea following our every step.

And, when we finally reached the car and off-loaded our bags and boots, the sky turned dark and ended our beautiful day with a short but dramatic sharp shower. Through the rain streaked window I could just make out another group of walkers plodding through the rain, I thanked our timings we'd missed that drenching.

I have already put in a request that we return to this little island - and if you can't get there to explore it for yourself - these links will certainly help ...
Vallay (Bhalaigh)Island walk
Vallay House - photos (these must have been taken when it was still possible to enter the house)
'Nothing to see here'