Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Rock painting

Holy Island

Monday, 30 July 2012

Sunday, 29 July 2012

Arran #4



Saturday, 28 July 2012

Goats #2

On the beach on Holy Island

Friday, 27 July 2012

Green Tara

Holy Island

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Whisky

Before you walk into a bar in Scotland and ask for a whisky, it's wise to do some research - there might be quite a selection ...

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Monday, 23 July 2012

Brodick Castle








Brodick, Isle of Arran




Sunday, 22 July 2012

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Tree trunks



Friday, 20 July 2012

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Bowmore

Islay

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Boats

Arran

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Arran #3




Monday, 16 July 2012

Communications

Remember the days before mobiles and the internet? We used to have letterboxes, public telephones, amd community noticeboards. This photo was taken last week in Scotland ...

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Tree #15





Saturday, 14 July 2012

Saligo Bay

Islay

Friday, 13 July 2012

Holy Island #10

The view from Lamlash on Arran

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Cyclist counter

As well as giving the date and the time, the sign says "You are cyclist number 253 today" and "There has been a total of 21,408 cyclists going past here so far this year"

What a great idea from Stavanger Kommune to encourage people to get on their bikes!

Ardbeg

Islay

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Bee #5



Monday, 9 July 2012

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Dutch landscape

I love the approach to Schiphol by air. You get to see the patterns in the landscape that are simply not perceivable from the ground. And you appreciate how good the Dutch are at making use of every last piece of land ...

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Friday, 6 July 2012

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Gate

Brodick Castle grounds, Isle of Arran



Wednesday, 4 July 2012

The armchair traveller

This is Lucy, busy planning her next trip ....

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Castle

Lochranza, Isle of Arran

Monday, 2 July 2012

Water #6



Sunday, 1 July 2012

Twisted trees

Here in the mountains at the edge of the treeline the weight of the snow forces the trees into bizarre contortions. Each short summer they grow upwards a little, only to be twisted down again the following winter.