A rather unusual entry on my blog. I did a portrait shoot. This is Rosie; a dancer, who lives in London.
I was in the Cairngorms earlier today; a big national park in the highlands of Scotland. It was a beautiful and I’d love to share some pictures with you.
If you are unfamiliar with Scotland I’ll reveal the mystery of what a Bothy is!
This is the view of the Cairngorms from Aviemore; taken from the main road at the bottom of the village:
On the road up to Cairngorm you pass Loch Morlich; there are often ducks at play; a lot of them were slipping and sliding on the ice today.
The start of our short walk; the sunlight on the trees was beautiful today:
We arrived at a small loch, a few people were around and there was a little fun to be had in breaking off chunks of ice and sliding them across the loch; it makes a beautiful sound. My friend Angus featured below.
Just a little bit further along the walk we’ve got a bothy.
Scotland has quite a few bothies especially around the more remote areas. They are typically ruined cottages or similar buildings that have basic restoration to provide shelter for hill walkers and mountaineers. They are often maintained by charities.
We are talking super basic. A roof, a fireplace and a concrete floor. No water, heating, toilet etc.
That view tho:
I’ve got great memories of Bothies. I used to do quite a bit of hill walking with my dad when I was young and while we’d carry tents if we came across a bothy we’d sleep inside. A chance to hang up wet socks and boots and get a roaring fire going.
Back in the day you’d often meet some interesting characters; fellow walkers, in a stay over in a bothy.
I’ve been travelling a lot last few years. I love travel and foreign countries and I’ve seen some beautiful landscapes.
Gosh, Scotland is stunningly beautiful. And I wish I could describe how fresh and clean the air feels. Even compared to moderately clean air towns the air up in the highlands is so fresh. You feel high!
So I guess like many Scots, my heart really is in Scotland.
as autumn leaves us,
so do green leaves, goodbye with,
a final flourish.
I’ve been on an unnoficial search for the perfect autumn tree. I was starting to lose hope following a couple of weeks of pretty cloudy flat grey skies – that kind of weather just doesn’t bring out the colours. But alas today was bright and blue and I went to Green Park in West London. I found this beautiful tree. I think this is one of the prettiest I have seen in terms of colours.
I recently finished bloggingU writing201 poetry; my first foray into poetry. And the first form I learned was ‘haiku’. I came across a book in the Japanese language section of the bookstore on ‘haiku’ accidently yesterday. I read a few pages.
I’m almost at intermediate level in Japanese. The first thing I wanted to share with those that may not be aware of it is the pronunciation. Japanese doesn’t have consonants and vowels and syllables in the same way we do.
So for ‘haiku’, we could mistakinly think it’s close to hi-ku. But the sound is really ha-i-ku and that ‘i’ is like our ‘ee’ in cheese. So pronounce it in three parts; ‘ha – ee – ku’ at an even speed and tone.
That may not be the perfect instruction, but just to give you an idea.
Some observations from the bookshop. The haiku syllable counts 5-7-5 were never syllable counts, they were counts of the japanese sounds, which don’t match syllables, so you don’t really need to get exact syllable counts correct if you are writing in english.
The other thing is that haiku were supposed to have a positive message or thought traditional; oops – so far some of mine were about sad things!