Out on the bikes tonight with Eilidh. 2 possible photos to put up. 1 shows a cyclist, purple in the face from a bit too much effort, and the other showing the river, with the Ochils in the background.
Monday, 25 June 2012
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Ferries of the north channel
This is the 7:30 am ferry from
Cairnryan to Belfast. Getting on this involves setting your alarm for
4:00 am, and driving 100+ miles through a storm, before checking in 30
minutes before sailing.
It's the first time I've seen the new Stenaline port in daylight. Dull!
It's the first time I've seen the new Stenaline port in daylight. Dull!
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Raising money for Clackmannanshire Brass Band
The place: Dobbies, Stirling
The time: Sunday afternoon
The reason: Fundraising for Clackmannan District Brass Band
Saturday, 16 June 2012
Do Tesco think we can't do the maths?
Why does twice the cheese cost more than twice the price?
Every little helps, or Every little chance to fleece us?
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Eilidh Candlish conducts HMFY
Today was Olympic torch
day for Clackmannanshire. HMFY were organised to play at the civic
reception. So we were at the Town Hall by 7:30 (am). The bacon rolls
were lovely.
But something was missing.
Monday, 28 May 2012
Nature Quiz 1
Simple question:
What 3 types of animal did I see while walking from Anstruther to Crail?
There are no prizes for this quiz, so don't ask.
Have another look at the colour of the sky. I don't photoshop the pictures.
What 3 types of animal did I see while walking from Anstruther to Crail?
Easy:
Medium:
Trickiest:
There are no prizes for this quiz, so don't ask.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
May holiday weekend
I took myself off for a morning drive along the beach. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Windows down, Abba (Dancing Queen) playing at full volume, and the smell of the seaweed in my nostrils.
I didn't know about the fierce rip-tide or the quicksand. All of a sudden the party was over, the game was a bogey.
I will miss Fiona....
Windows down, Abba (Dancing Queen) playing at full volume, and the smell of the seaweed in my nostrils.
I didn't know about the fierce rip-tide or the quicksand. All of a sudden the party was over, the game was a bogey.
I will miss Fiona....
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