The broken frame,
Beyond this life,
A silent prayer,
The bridge to beyond.
Along the frame,
The timber strong,
A peaceful moment,
Despair begone.
A reflection deep,
Echoed within,
Worshipped silence,
A moment gone
Poetry © Mira Sophia Chrysostomou
Back to my one-one-one project for this post. Macclesfield is the nearest big-ish town near us, and we often find ourselves there for one reason or another. On this occassion, we were there for the Treacle Market, on the last Sunday of every month. Traders are out selling their wares and the people are out to buy, but also to get in touch with their community. And this was a first real outing for my new X-Pro2.
Buskers and a town crier are as you’d expect in a market town.
Continue reading “One town, One mile, One camera – Macclesfield”
On the second day of our visit to Saddell Bay, we ventured out to follow a trail that Mike had picked out for us (out of the many he had stashed away). The trail would take us to the summit of Deer Hill and is a part of the Kintyre Way.
The GPS track of our route can be found here.
The summit of Deer Hill (or Cnoc nan Gabhar, if you’re feeling up to it) promised us glorious views to eat our sandwiches by, in what was a beautiful day. So off we started.
I’ve noticed that I always seem to be taking pictures of the backs of people when we’re on hikes and walks. Normally because I’ve fallen behind taking a picture of something else. As if to prove a point, here are some more pictures of people walking away from me, to go with the ones above.
I must have made a subconscious decision to try and get ahead to take some photos of people’s faces.
Maybe I’ll stick to backs ….
As I hope you can see from this selection of images, the views around this part of Argyll & Bute are truly beautiful, especially on a day like we had with the Isle of Arran providing the backdrop.
We got to the summit after about 2hrs 20mins and just soaked in the views, accompanied by some sandwiches (thanks Mike!) and some tea (thanks Karen!) and some cake (thanks Mila!).
We woke up early that morning. On the road by 5am heading to Scotland, to meet and spend a few days with some very good friends of ours. The road to Argyll & Bute passes through some lovely scenery and I regret not stopping to take pictures and absorb the landscape along the way, but we had almost 400 km to cover. We made mental notes along the way of all the places we need to come back to – I’m sure we won’t remember them all, but if we can return to half of them, I’ll be happy.
We got to Saddell Bay just after lunch time. Our friends were still out exploring, so we took a walk along the Bay, recalling memories from 21 years ago when these friends got married, in the cottages at the end of the bay.
There was a plastic bucket-cum-basket on the beach.
It was orange (…the bucket… not the beach…).
Stone collecting. The pile of stones shown below now adorns the windowshelf in our conservatory at home.
Walking up and down the beach you can appreciate different views of Saddell House and the cottages on Saddell Bay.
Looking sinister, and then pleased with herself.
We weren’t the only ones walking on the beach that day.
At the southeastern end of the bay, stands the famous east-facing Land sculpture by Anthony Gormley.
It was a long drive from Cheshire, but certainly worth it.
adventures in a lightroom 