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Writing and Seeing – 23 January 2023

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Being able to write legibly is a skill I’ve never learned properly.

I hadn’t realised how clumsy and untidy my handwriting has become. I write this blog every day and in addition I write emails and messages, but all these communications are done through a computer keyboard, never directly from pen to paper. Over fifty years ago and in a different life, I was taught how to print properly for my job as a draughtsman. For five years I refined my printing style and took advice from the journeymen I worked with (No women then, just men. Live with it!). When I look back at my writing then and compare it to my handwriting now, it’s difficult to see the difference. It’s just the same untidy scrawl. So that is why when I was writing a letter today it took about two hours and countless sheets of paper in the bin and it’s still not finished. Tomorrow I start again with a fresh sheet. Maybe there’s a moral there, or maybe not.

While I was struggling with pen and paper, Scamp was off meeting her ‘big sister’ for coffee and a long blether. Things were discussed and plans set. Both sisters seem to be reading from the same hymn sheet now and ‘wee sister’ will now be consulted, if she hasn’t already been.

After a lovely crispy ‘well fired’ (ie almost burnt) roll with cold meat, we got a call from Hazy asking how we were. Once we confirmed that we’d tested negative and that we were feeling a bit better, she went on to give us more details about their Spring Break and their Summer Holiday, now booked. Both looked great and reminded us of the family holiday we’d had almost two years ago. We hope the weather is kind to them on both occasions. The accommodation looks fantastic. She has agreed to help me with moving my journal, which is what the blog is written on, to a new version. Not a very big undertaking, but better to get an expert’s advice and Hazy is definitely the expert on these matters.

Later in the afternoon I told Scamp I was going out to get some photos and would have a look in Condorrat for a bottle of Benylin to sooth her cough. She had tried in Boots and they had none in stock. The chemist in Condorrat had one on the shelf. Not the ideal one she wanted, but it was better than nothing. This winter cold is really getting to everyone and everyone seems to have the same symptoms.

On the way back I got some photos in St Mo’s. PoD turned out to be a leaf dangling from a branch with the watery sun shining through it. Sometimes, as photogs, we Look, we Focus and we Capture, but we don’t See. I looked at the light on the leaf and the bokeh behind, but it wasn’t until I had the shot on the computer that I Saw the spider.
In too much of a rush. Not taking time to stand and stare.
Maybe there is moral there too, or maybe not.

No plans for tomorrow, apart from a hand written, legible letter. We’ll see how the day pans out.

The day that never started – 20 January 2023

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This will be short.

We’ve both had a heavy cold today. I had it first. I really thought it was something more serious, like flu. We hear so much about it on the news these days, their propaganda gets hooked into your brain and you immediately think the worst, but it was just a heavy cold.

Scamp went to her FitSteps class in the morning, but later, in the afternoon she felt a sore throat beginning. Me, I just felt really exhausted and spent the afternoon in bed for a couple of hours.

It was an early bed for both of us with paracetamol to keep us company and to ensure a good night’s sleep.

While Scamp was out at FitSteps I went for a quick walk around the garden and grabbed a few photos. One of them with a bit of help from Photoshop became PoD, but not until Saturday!

Tomorrow I’m hoping we’ll both feel better.

Go East Young Man – 19 January 2023

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Today my brother and I were heading over to Fife for some photo opportunities.

Picked up my brother at Greenfaulds Station and off we went to Kincardine. We wandered through the town down to the path along the Forth Estuary. The blue skies that we’d expected to greet us had gone somewhere else while we were driving and a cold wind was blowing from the east. West winds usually bring rain, but East winds are generally cold. This one was living up to that legend. We started walking towards the bridge and into that east wind. The light wasn’t great and I was beginning to think this was a bad move today, but we took some photos and made the best of things. We turned and walked back the way we’d come. It wasn’t so cold with the wind at our backs and the skies were clearing.

We walked on until we reached the remains of the old power station, now just a concrete wasteland. We had been watching a high hill, white with snow, away to the west. I reckoned if we walked on until we reached the Clacks Bridge we might get a clear shot of it, but that was a long walk on a cold day, so we agreed to turn back and drive to Culross for a cup of coffee and something to eat. As we were walking we found a bottle of lime and lemon cordial sitting on steps, down beside the water. Around it were the remains of a lunch and some chopsticks! Someone had beat a hasty retreat because the bottle was still intact and the liquid inside was frozen, so probably not today. A mystery. We took some photos and walked to the car.

We parked at Culross and took some photos of the old buildings in the centre of the town, then I found the cafe and we had a well deserved Big Bacon Butty each and a cup of real coffee to wash it down. Alex decided it was his turn to pay and I didn’t argue. We were watching some birds that might or might not be Waxwings happily stripping some red berries from a tree in the garden of the cafe. However, before we could get a better look, they all flew off.

When we were back on the footpath the light had improved greatly and we both set to to photograph every house in the street, or so it seemed at the time. With Culross duly recorded we walked down to the pier and while Alex photographed the town lit by beautiful golden light, I worked at 180º to him and photographed the setting sun and its refections in the Forth. The sun went behind a cloud and the golden light was gone for another day.

We drove home and I dropped Alex at the station just in time for his train home. We both agreed it was a great day. Alex summed it up by calling it a “Wee Adventure”.

Scamp had made Lentil soup for dinner and it was just what was needed on such a cold day.

PoD went to the picture of the bottle on the step beside the Forth.

Tomorrow’s weather looks much like today’s. Hopefully Scamp and I will get out for a walk.

Calendars, Hips, Eggs and Mince – 18 January 2023

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Buying bags, guessing their size and getting it wrong.

Today I wanted to post the calendars out to Jamie and Jackie. Hazy already has her’s and Alex will hopefully get his tomorrow. The plastic sealable bags we had were far too big and clumsy. So we walked over to the shops in the sunshine, expecting to just pick some up. Not that easy though. We thought the bags we chose, those brown padded ones looked the right size. We also got a packet of foldback clips. Don’t worry J&J, you’ll see what they’re used for. The whole shebang was Hazy’s idea and it works much better than that perforation nonsense. Anyway, bags bought, wrong size. Just a smidgen too small. The ’smidgen’ in question was about 4mm. Time for lunch and a rethink.

Lunch for Scamp was French Toast or Eggy Bread, if you prefer. Mine was a throwback to something my mum made, it was mince with an egg poached in the middle. Sounds disgusting? Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Even overdone, like mine was, it’s amazing. Every time I have it, I’m back in Larky instantly, aged about 8.

After lunch I drove up to the town centre and bought some ‘Goldilocks’ bags. Not too small, not too big, just right. Well, almost. They were a bit big, but not so big that you could get a piano and a pianist in them. Taped them up, addressed them and took them over to the post office then sent them on their way. They should be landing on your doormats soon, strikes permitting!

I walked through St Mo’s on the way back, but it was now mid afternoon and the sun had disappeared into the clouds, so there was very little worth clicking a shutter button at. That is, until I was almost home and remembered a bunch of Rose Hips that were a bit worse for wear, but looked very photogenic. I was just finishing with them when a dodgy looking guy asked me if I had a macro lens on the camera and I said “Yes”. Then he said “You’ll be able to get in close with that.” Never judge a book by its cover. That bloke obviously knew what he was talking about.

Talking about Books and Covers, I’m really enjoying Project Hail Mary. I can see how this could easily transfer to the big screen. I’m just about halfway through and managing to keep abreast of the physics, the centripetal/centrifugal stuff.

There were indeed very few photos worth keeping from my walk, but the Rose Hips won PoD easily.

Tomorrow I’m hoping Alex and I will manage a photowalk on the East Coast if the connections work.

Looking at Planes – 16 January 2023

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Yesterday my first box of coffee arrived. Today my next box was due.

I was expecting a delivery of coffee from Rave Coffee and it was being delivered by Royal Mail, who apparently weren’t on strike today! I wasn’t entirely hopeful, although Royal Mail are slightly better than their other half, Parcel Force. We should really have gone out for a walk earlier, but we waited to see if the temperature would rise above zero first. It did finally stagger above 0ºc and began to melt the snow that had appeared during the night. Scamp offered to stay at home in case the parcel came early, so dressed appropriately I took a camera, three lenses and a Gorilla Pod tripod to St Mo’s to photograph the snow. It was just the thinnest scraping of snow, but it changed the look of the park completely.

I walked into the woods and got a few shots. No deer today. Must be their day off. I did find an old oak leaf worn almost transparent, looking very nice with the sun shining behind it. A gang of Cladonia and a single pine cone on a branch vied with it for PoD, but the oak leaf won in the end. As I was walking home I got an email to say the coffee had been delivered. They had been as good as their word.

After lunch we drove to the Town Centre and headed for Barrhead Travel to see if they could magic some seats on a plane to somewhere warm, but there was a queue at Barrhead Travel and instead we went to Hays Travel over the bridge and down into the depths of Phase 4. The manky and run-down oldest part of the centre. We sat for almost an hour with Sandra who tried her best to get us a cruise that wouldn’t mean taking out a second mortgage. We looked at P&O, NCL, Celebrity and Royal Caribbean and although some of their prices were in our range, none of them had flights from Glasgow or Edinburgh. Seats on the planes were the problem. Apparently we were just too late thinking about it for this year. Finally the poor woman, almost apologetically, offered Marlella as an alternative. They used to be called Thompson and their cruises covered the ports we were interested in.

Long story short, almost two hours after we walked through her door, we had a cruise booked. Not on P&O or any of the other big companies, but with Marella, a smaller company and on a smaller ship with new ports to look forward to exploring and some old favourites we haven’t been to for a few years. Not in August because it’s just too hot for us delicate flowers, but in the early summer. Best of all, we have flights from Glasgow! That was a struggle, but I’m glad we’re settled now. Scamp did all the research as usual and we’d actually looked at Marella last week. I couldn’t have done that amount of research without loosing the rag, so thank you Scamp for making it so easy. We’ve a few things still to do, but time to do them.

Tomorrow it’s back to reality and shopping in Tesco!

 

Dancin’ … badly – 12 January 2023

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Today was the first Tea Dance of the year.

It was raining when we woke, which wasn’t surprising because it had been raining all night after a beautifully clear day yesterday. When I was opening the curtains this morning I was drawn to the distortion caused by raindrops running down the window. I thought the two geranium plants made a good foreground and trusting my new phone, I took some shots as ‘bankers’, just in case I didn’t get a chance to get some with my ‘real’ camera. That was a good move, as it turned out, because the rain just kept coming all day.

By midday we were almost ready to drive to Glenburn, south of Paisley for the tea dance. A much smaller group than normal today which was a double edged sword. More room to practise the moves we had sort of forgotten, but on the other hand, nowhere to hide when we made mistakes, and we did make mistakes, both of us. I was the worst though, I’ll admit it. Even dancing the two simple waltzes we know I still managed to make a load of mistakes. Sequence dances I could handle, but it’s the repetition that cements the steps and of course the ‘sequence’ of those steps. The other plus for sequence dances is that they are danced in a circle, so most of the time there’s someone in front of you to watch and learn from. Waltz, Foxtrot and Quickstep are a different kettle of fish. You’re out on a limb with them. If you do find yourself making mistakes or if you lose the sequence of the steps, your partner is going to give you THAT STARE! I know, I’ve been there. Having said all that, we had a great time. Almost two hours of dancing that passed in a flash. We sat with Barry and Cath and the conversation was good.

Drove home through more lashing rain and went the ‘long way’ down the M74 and the M73 and continued on to Tesco to post a birthday card to one of Scamp’s pals and get some Thursday stuff. You know what I mean. Thursday is still ‘Prize day’.

Dinner was a fall back, Fish Fingers, Egg and Spaghetti (it has to be tinned spaghetti). The fish fingers went between two pieces of butter bread and became a Fish Finger Sandwich. Delicious.

Remember those photos I took in the morning? One of them became PoD. I’d shot them in RAW format. Very few phone cameras will record in RAW which is an uncompressed, unprocessed, literally raw image file. Usually it takes up a lot more space in the phone’s memory, but the excellent quality makes up for that. I dumped them into Lightroom and after half an hour of tweaking it looked presentable, so that’s what you see here.

Tomorrow is a busy day. Scamp’s intending to go out to FitSteps class in the morning and I’m hoping to start by making the dough for the night’s bread. John & Marion are coming to dinner. First time they’ve been here for ages. Looking forward to it.

Another day Another walk – 4 January 2023

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A slightly different start to today’s walk, but basically the same route. There are limited variations in this area.

The day started with the usual struggle with Wordle and Spelling Bee, but they weren’t all that difficult today. Just before lunch I got a message from Alex to say that the family were almost all down with what sounded like a Norovirus variant, so we wouldn’t be going for a photo walk this week. Hopefully they will be over it by next week.

After lunch we went for that walk round part of Broadwood Loch and then up the path beside the exercise machines. Then it was back through the underpasses and on the path to home. While Scamp walked home, I went for a circuit of St Mo’s. Instead of the usual circuit I went up through the woods behind the main pond and got some photos of the smaller manmade pond near the motorway. I could see streaks of blue sky through the clouds and waited for a while to see if those streaks would get bigger, but I was disappointed. They just faded away as the sun started to drop to the horizon. I walked straight back to the path through a shallow bog. I am sure I lost the lens hood from the Samsung 18mm lens in that bog in the spring and I was hoping I might catch a glimpse of it in among the grasses, but again I was disappointed. I trudged home thankful for good boots and dry feet. The boots aren’t too clever on ice and slippery leaves, but are (touch wood) waterproof and comfortable giving a good grip on dry ground.

Today was the day we’d agreed to take down the tree.  No matter how careful you are with taking all the ornaments off first,  there’s always one more you find.  Also there are always one or two decorations left on the wall and you don’t notice them until the rest are packed away.  The place always looks really bare once the decorations are packed away and the tree is also in its old cardboard box that Scamp says is more parcel tape than cardboard now.  However a bunch of flowers in a vase will add some colour again.

Dinner tonight was the remainder of the fish pie from yesterday for Scamp and a piece of bacon joint for me. Using up stuff that was near its ‘best before’ date made good sense after the excesses of the last couple of weeks.

Just before 9pm someone knocked the door and there was a bloke with a big parcel that wasn’t due to arrive until tomorrow. It’s been on the road for about a week now and was a bit battered, but secure and everything inside was intact. Prezzies for Scamp, June and me from Hazy and Neil. Scamp got a pair of fancy earrings and a pair of cleverly up-cycled gloves. Mine was a book I was considering buying and a badge with ‘bad words’ on it that brought a smile to my face. My Bergy jacket was getting washed and I’d worn my old, and I mean OLD Bergy today. It has a badge on it and that badge also has ‘bad words’ on it. Needless to say it came from Hazy and Neil, but I think Hazy was the prime mover there. We got a box of high octane boozy chocolates to share. My Mojito had a fair kick to it! I can’t remember what Scamp got, but she could walk after it!

PoD was a shot of a branch with two pine cones on it, sitting on a mossy stone. It was taken in the woods at St Mo’s. 11,359 steps today!! First time I’ve broken the 10,000 this year.

Tomorrow we may be going to a garden centre, it being Thursday. We may have a spot of lunch too.

A walk in the cold – 2 January 2023

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It was a bit cool this morning. We were definitely in the sub zero realm.

It was a good morning for a walk, so we got booted up and went for a walk. It was not only cold, but frosty and just a wee bit slippery. I stuck to wearing boots, but Scamp wore her Yaktrax for that extra bit of security. We walked round the machines in a counter-clockwise direction! That’s the opposite direction to our normal walk. It was a bit worrying for a while, but once we calmed down the unusual walk was quite enjoyable.

I got a few photos, but nothing really worthwhile, so while Scamp walked home, I went for a circuit of St Mo’s and got a few more photos. My favourite, and PoD was a view looking down through the trees to the boardwalk. I know I’ve taken it before, but it just looked so pretty!

Later, after dinner, we had a free and frank discussion that led to the creation of a toilet calendar. It’s not really a calendar because it doesn’t have any dates in it. It doesn’t have cherries or apples in it either. It’s just twelve photos, six from each of us and each with a month. If I get it printed off, it will hang in the downstairs toilet. If you hang it in the toilet, everyone who comes into the house gets a chance to see it.

It was a very cold day today, but hopefully it will thaw a bit tomorrow, but it looks like we’ll be getting a lot of rain tomorrow, so probably not a walk, clockwise or otherwise.

Standing water – 30 December 2022

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Scamp was going to have coffee with Shona today.

I drove Scamp up to Costa in the town centre. What should have been a quick journey turned out to be a bit fraught. I thought I’d be smart and take the shortcut through Condorrat. Alas the sign saying No Road On Right had fallen down. I hadn’t noticed it at the time, but once on to the closed road there was nowhere to go but back again. Still stuck on the idea that this was a shortcut, I carried on round the Condorrat ring road. Then I was stuck in a queue because the road was flooded almost right across the road and cars were taking turns to drive through it. We did eventually get through the flooded stretch, but it was deeper than I’d first thought.

I came home the normal way and went to get my meds, then went next door to Tesco and got some fish because I was making a fish risotto for dinner. I also got a vanilla pod to use for Sunday’s dessert. Almost six quid for one vanilla pod? Somebody’s having a joke here. The reason the road was flooded this morning was because it had rained incessantly through the night, but when I came out of Tesco the sky was clear and the sun was shining. Where did all the rain go? Not a cloud to be seen!

I drove home, dumped the stuff and grabbed my camera bag and went over to St Mo’s. Of course, as soon as I left the house the sun disappeared and the first spots of rain appeared. Undeterred I carried on and got some photos of the flooded pond. Not the most interesting photos and by this time the white cloud had covered the sky, so there was no texture from that either. Still, I had a photo or five and an hour ago I didn’t think I was going to get any.

I walked home and just as I got in, my phone rang. Scamp’s bus from the town centre hadn’t appeared. I drove up to the town centre and picked her up. I made sure I came home the long, but unfolded way.

After lunch which was yesterday’s soup with croutons, or fried bread if you prefer, I settled down to write to Peter Hayward who I used to work beside. I’d only just got started when two cards dropped through the letter box. One for Scamp and one for me from Peter. After reading it I felt even worse for not writing sooner. But the letter was finished and in with the belated Christmas card then I walked over and found I’d just missed today’s collection. Never mind, it wouldn’t have been going anywhere until Monday or Tuesday anyway. After dropping it in the post box I felt a lot happier.

Back home again I started the dinner. It was Leek and Haddock with Cabbage. The cabbage wasn’t really meant to go in the risotto, but it was languishing in the chiller drawer of the fridge and it seemed a shame no to use it. Apparently that was a really good risotto. I don’t know what I did differently, but I too liked it.

The photo you see here as PoD has a more interesting sky than when the shot was taken. I don’t consider that cheating because I took the photo of the sky months ago and just got an app to insert it, and its reflection into the picture. By the way, its title was Porcupine, because that’s what I thought of when I first saw this big clump of reeds!

Tomorrow there’s talk that it may, just may, be dry. If that’s the case we might go for a walk. Drumpellier has been mentioned.

The shortest day – 21 December 2022

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After today, hopefully things will begin to get a bit lighter.

Scamp began today vacuum packing the fish she bought in Waitrose earlier in the week. She got one done, but after that the machine stopped. The vacuum worked, but it wouldn’t seal the pocket. We both tried it to no avail. It seems like the heater that does the sealing has given up the ghost. We use the machine quite a lot. Maybe not as much as we used to, but it comes in useful, especially for meat and fish. We had a look for a replacement. Amazon, of course, had them, but they were suspiciously cheap. Lakeland had them too but they were a bit more expensive. Currys advertised them, but they had none in stock, as usual. It looked like a trip to Stirling was in order.

We drove there through heavy rain showers, finally got parked in an extension to the car park. It seemed that everyone else had come to the Dobbies/Lakeland/Cotswold mini retail park. Scamp had a wander round Dobbies while I was off taking photos of the Wallace Monument looking grey and intimidating, standing on its hill with a grey sky above. When she returned said the queue for the restaurant was the longest she’d seen in the shop. That was why the car park was so busy. Everyone was here for their Christmas dinner!

Lakeland had two different models of vacuum sealer. We chose the heavier and larger of the two it just looked a bit more solid than it’s smaller sibling. I humphed it into the boot of the blue car and we drove off home. I was going to stop for photo paper in Currys, but it’s such a circuitous route to get to it, I couldn’t be bothered. Instead I thought I’d stop at Tesco in Cumbersheugh to see if they had any, but the queue to get in to park wound round the carpark, out past the petrol station round a roundabout and up to the main road. Maybe another day would be better. I can’t believe folk are queueing up to go to Tesco for their Christmas dinner!

I’d used an old Panasonic TZ90 to take the photos of the Wallace monument and the camera had made expensive sounding grinding noises, but the photos were there, although they weren’t the best shots I’d ever taken. However once they’d been dunked in a bath of Lightroom suds they were a bit cleaner and another bucket of ON1 Photo RAW gave a bit of colour to them. To finish them off, I went outside to catch the beginning of a sunset with the A7iii and pasted it on to cover the grey sky and it began to all come together, as you can see at the top of the page.

Once the new toy had been unpacked and inspected, the instruction book read and digested we each had a go at sealing up some fish. It seemed a bit quieter than the old one, but it is a lot younger. It seems to do the job it was intended for. So we’re happy.

It’s been a wild windy and wet day. We’re hoping for a brighter, day tomorrow with a bit less rain