The weather is doing some funny stuff. Only a few days ago it was 24°C. This morning it was 4°C, and my breath was condensating. That's June in the Highlands.
Back on the bike after a needing a few days to recover after last week’s efforts. Still a little tender but couldn’t resist a quick out and back/up and down. #mtb#cycling#highlands
“Of aal the fish there iss in the sea,” said Para Handy, “nothing bates the herrin’; it’s a providence they’re plentiful and them so cheap!”
Neil Munro (1863–1930) – journalist, novelist, short-story writer, & poet – was born #OTD, 3 June. Rigby’s Encyclopaedia of Herring discusses Munro’s PARA HANDY stories, as well as giving the full text of the tale “The Herring – A Gossip”
Neil Munro was also a very fine historical novelist – & possibly the first who really knew the history, language & culture of the Highlands from the inside. In “The Ell-Wand & The Sword”, Ronnie Renton examines Munro’s JOHN SPLENDID and THE NEW ROAD
A photo from a Glasgow institution. The Park Bar is a pub owned and frequented by people from the Western Isles and The Hebrides.
You can see the Gaelic signs and hear the language spoken. Music nights are common.
So much industry and services, especially the National Health Service could not have coped but for so many Highland girls
It's so sad. I have a couple of yellow azalea bushes (Ròs-chraobh - Rhododendron luteum) outside the kitchen window. As the name suggests they produce lovely yellow flowers. However, the flowers only ever last about a week, before they droop-down and fall off.
The bumblebees are making the most of it as I type. So, there is that.
Our old terrier, Hamish, meeting a kindred soul this day 5 years ago. Hamish was the result of his Scotty mum having an unplanned (by his owners) tryst with a Norfolk Terrier. He looked like a Scotty when his hair was under control, but most of the time just wild.
Much missed, but he want out in his usual good style, a good breakfast (visitors had cooked haggis, sausages and eggs) and then just went back to his bed by the fire.
We have had a long period of dry, sunny weather The exception was Sunday night when we had two 5 minute thunderous, heavy rain showers. It has since returned to sunny weather.
In consequence, the pollen that was in the air was washed down by the rain, and concentrated in puddles on the roads. The water has now evaporated away, leaving lines of yellow pollen everywhere.
I don't know the source of the pollen, but, judging by the quantity I suspect it is from trees.
First overnight of the year, a 2 day trip with Moray, from the remote Corrour Station on the West Highland line. We camped in Glen Labhair, below Ben Alder.