Daily Prompt: Silhouette



Two images of silhouetted foliage framing a beautiful Scottish sunset ❀

Daily Prompt: Silhouette


Same Place, Different Time Take II

I was looking through my archives last night and have found four reasonably similar images of a favourite viewpoint looking out over the landscape I grew up in.

Inevitably each image was taken by either a different camera or with a different lens, but I feel they are of a similar enough perspective to get a feel for the area through changing seasons across the years.

January 2011…

January 2011

June 2015…


May 2016…


October 2017…


Same Place, Different Time…

I posted two favourite images from my archives earlier today for this week’s Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Serene, and I wanted to see if I could find similar images taken at a different time of year to show the same views but without their atmospheric misty veil I found so serene…

So I found I had recaptured November 2014’s blue-tinged view from the train looking far more ordinary in May 2017… Excuse the lens flare in the updated image, sadly I didn’t have a lens hood on, but it’s the closest in composition I could find…



And here is January’s freezing fog replaced by November 2017’s bright sharp sunshine…



It seems I’m nothing if not a creature of habit… πŸ™‚


Weekly Photo Challenge: Serene


This is an old favourite from three years ago – almost to the day! I took it from the window of the train in late November 2014 as I was travelling down from Inverness to London.

It’s a beautiful scenic spot and I’ve taken several similarly-framed shots since as I’ve passed by the same area but I’ve never managed to recreate the calm serenity of the atmospheric layers of misty blues visible on that particular morning… it seems to have been one of those magical moments of time and place coinciding perfectly, and I’m just so glad I captured it when I did.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Serene

Daily Prompt: Underdog

Watching Scotland play Australia at Murrayfield in the Autumn International Rugby live on TV this afternoon, I was sadly expecting the Scottish team to be defeated as usual, historical underdogs as ever.

But here we are at full time, with a final scoreline of 53-24 to Scotland! Eight tries against Australia in front of a devoted and impassioned home crowd is a seriously impressive victory, well done Scotland πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Underdog

Cee’s Fun Foto: Words with Two ‘M’s



When it comes to photography it’s great to have the time to choose your vantage point, line up your shot and choose the exact moment to click the shutter to be in the best position to get the final image you want. But sometimes you have to instinctively seize the moment in an ever-changing situation and just go with snapping whatever is in front of you, right here, right now, with whatever you’ve got to hand, hoping for the best but knowing it is a now-or-never decision – you snooze, you lose!

I took this shot of a fast-changing moody Scottish sky through the grubby window of a fast-moving vehicle on an open road with my decidedly mediocre phone camera – I saw the metallic silvery streaks of blue-grey clouds suddenly lit up by the morning sun peeking out from behind and took three shots in quick succession before the moment passed as quickly as it came. The light changed, the landscape changed, and the effect was gone. The sun may be a little blown-out, but at least I captured the moment while I could!

Cee’s Fun Foto: Words with Two ‘M’s


Electrics, Electronics, & Engineering Works…

Although my overnight train trip back home to London from Inverness on Friday night was unremarkable and reasonably comfortable, my trip up to Inverness from London only five days earlier did not quite go to plan. As I was necessarily booking to travel at pretty much the last minute there was no advance ticket deal available and so I booked the cheapest ticket possible, which meant sitting up all night (for 12 hours) in a semi-reclining airline-type seat. It’s not the most comfortable way to travel such a long distance, but I’ve done it countless times before, and anyway, needs must…

My trip started badly when I arrived at London’s busy Euston Station to find a concourse ram-packed to bursting point with a multitiude of very disgruntled potential travellers. Apparently there had been over-running engineering works earlier in the day causing initial delays followed by an ‘incident’ somewhere else along the track requiring the attendance of the emergency services and creating a three hour mega-backlog of trains stuck en route waiting for clearance to complete their journeys.

Several inevitable train cancellations, stroppy customers and delayed departures later, my train finally left only an hour late – at 10pm instead of 9pm – with the hope that we would make up the time somewhere along the way as we rattled along from one end of the country to the other.

All went well until 7.20 the following morning, when we stopped at Dalwhinnie on a short section of multiple track along theΒ mainly single track rail line through the Scottish mountains to allow the usual down-train to pass by. Unfortunately the down-train was held up further up the track by over-running weekend engineering works from the day before, so we sat waiting for an hour rather than the usual ten minutes or so before it eventually passed us by.

I took a picture of the early morning sky over the mountains as we waited…


Once the other train had passed safely, after a worrisome few false starts we got going again and carried on up the track towards Inverness. But a few miles further on the train just gave up the ghost and stopped for good, and nothing the driver sould do would get it started again. And of course we had broken down slap-bang in the the middle of nowhere on a remote section of single track rail line. With no electrical power we had no lights, no heating, no internal door function, no flushing loos – and no hot drinks 😦

Here’s the train guard out on the line talking to the driver while we enjoyed the scenery…



The weather wasn’t looking too promising as after another long and frustrating hour sitting fed up and frozen a rescue engine arrived from Inverness to pull us slowly to the next station stop (Kingussie), where thankfully a rail replacement bus awaited – complete with very welcome heating – to take us the rest of the way and we finally arrived in Inverness three hours late, a bit irritated at the hold up but thoroughly relieved to reach our destination without further incident.

As I’d booked my ticket pretty much at the last minute, for the first time in my life I’d requested an immediately-available E-ticket instead of my standard printed paper variety, purchased directly from the train company and which I accessed via my phone. As we were so late in arriving at our destination and the train company run a ‘Delay/ Repay’ service, I knew I could claim a refund on my travel for that particular trip, but I had no idea how that might work with an E-ticket.

So yesterday I logged on to the website with slight trepidation, wondering what else could go wrong, but to my relief found the electronic method of making a Delay/ Repay claim to be super-simple. All I had to do was provide my electronic booking reference and from a drip-down box choose my preferred method of refund if compensation was due – et voila! My claim was done! Let’s hope my refund is as straightforward to process… πŸ™‚


The Graveyard – My Old Haunt


This is the Graveyard, my old haunt, set into one corner of an agricultural field, alone and exposed yet contained and comfortable in its position, settled silently and solidly into the landscape with peaceful purpose. It does have a proper name – Bracklich (or Breachlich, or other variant spellings) Cemetery – but for my lifetime it has been known locally simply as the Graveyard.

All traces of the old church to which the graveyard was originally attached has long gone, with the church building itself going out of use in the late 17th Century due to the merger of this parish with a neighbouring parish, and whatever remained being in ruins by the late 18th Century. The current visible gravestones are dated from the mid 18th C to the late 20th C, but this has been a traditional burial place for centuries before that.

This is the view looking up across the field from my mum and dad’s front gate – we always used to joke about having really quiet neighbours. The trees have grown and been cut down and have grown again countless times, but their silhouetted outline softening the regular headstone shapes remain a constant presence against the night sky, and I can’t imagine any of it not being there.


Walking up the quiet single-track graveyard road and into the walled cemetery itself has been a fun adventure for three generations of my family – my brother and sister and I loved exploring and playing there when we were young, as did our children and now our grandchildren in turn. The mossy grass is so springy and soft underfoot, a safe surface for toddlers to practice walking outside and getting a feel for the naturally uneven ground beneath their feet.


Below is the view of the local landscape from inside the graveyard, looking down towards the village of Ardersier and out across the water to the Black Isle in the distance. This is a beautifully peaceful spot from which to watch the sun set over the undulating horizon in the summer months.