Here are some birds who visited our feeder today. Hope you enjoy them as much as we did.
Here are some birds who visited our feeder today. Hope you enjoy them as much as we did.
Yarrow’s is a trail of multiple brochs, including a fascinating one that is half underwater. We parked and studied the map in the parking lot then stared around us at a loss. Nothing was as depicted. We walked up the road where we noticed, lower down the slope and off to the right, a rundown farmhouse with a sloped corrugated tin roof. A few dark windows made it look lifeless or like someone was watching us. It was creepy.
To the left was was a gate, unlocked, and we went through it, climbing through a very rough field past some sheep and horses.
We arrived at the amazing half submerged broch.
The ruins are the stone foundations of what is thought once to have been tall wood and thatch structures. The stone foundations show how the neolithic people lived, with multiple rooms, sleeping areas, a central fireplace. And the people reused their refuse, shells and so on, in other ways. Quite sustainable and cooperative!Next we tried to climb to the top of a ridge on the other side of the road, but the ground was broken into large chunks as though a herd of horses or cows had been driven over it after a rain. It was impossible to walk over it, so the three brochs up there remained out of reach.
We figured the farmer was forced to preserve the historic sites and let visitors onto his land to looked at them, but they couldn’t be forced to make it easy!
We left, grateful for seeing the best broch and thinking about how all these ruins are national treasures or a big pain in the neck, depending on your situation. How they are preserved and shared and the impact of tourism on today’s farmers as well as on the sites would seem a bit complicated. Of course more funding would make a huge difference, and I hope that comes about, so all the remains can be preserved formally with support for the local farmers too.
I’m tired of rain, so I’m going to share some photos from a rare semi-sunny day on our Scotland leg of the journey.
After getting off the ferry from the Orkney islands, we drove out to the eastern tip of the highlands, Duncansby Head. It was windy there, as it probably always is,
but there was some sun, and it was beautiful. The area is known for its “stacks,”
but it also has a lot of seabirds. We looked for puffins but didn’t see any, however being above seagulls and being able to observe their nests as well as their hunting way below, was fun and interesting, a different perspective, for sure.
Those pictures don’t show the perspective but this one does a bit:
The Duncansby Head Lighthouse is also a sight listed in the book for the intrepid traveler.
I know that’s a cliche, “intrepid traveler,” but you need to be fearless to drive the North Coast 500, as this popular route is called. The trouble is people go over the line. Okay, let me back up for a long story, which you are welcome to skip, now that you’ve seen the photos. :–)
On the trip, it came quickly to the point that I was fired from driving because I had a weird tick. Driving on the left side of the road, every time I saw a car coming in the opposite direction, for some reason it looked like we were going to collide, so I’d swerve. My husband in the passenger seat would get a jolt of adrenaline as the left-side wheels would almost go off the road. Let’s just say it wasn’t relaxing for him when I drove, LOL! He took over the driving, and that was great, but any time we had a near head-on, his adrenaline would spike. In his case, they really were near head-ons, it wasn’t his imagination. That really happened twice, once in Northern Ireland and once right after this beautiful morning visit to Duncansby Head.
I had a huge day planned. We would stop at a half dozen archaeological ruins on our way back down to Inverness. The area is full of brochs, the neolithic ruins. But on the way to the first sight after Duncansby, someone came over the line, and my husband had to go onto the shoulder, which isn’t paved, just a bit of gravel then a ditch, at about 50 miles an hour. He held the wheel rock steady, and we were fine.
I decided to count how long it was after a near-death experience before the adrenaline dissipated, so I asked him a few times how he was feeling, and it took 15 minutes for his adrenaline to abate. Once it’s gone, so is all your energy, and all the driving after that is exhausting, because you have to stay highly focused, but the adrenaline spike and then whatever happens to your body after it goes away, is really tiring. I figured out that once you have an incident like that, your long driving and sight-seeing day is shot.
So I narrowed down the stops to just one, the Yarrows Archaeological Trail, which I will go into next post. After that stop we counted down the minutes until we could get to the hotel. It was the longest two or three hours ever. Once at the hotel, we headed straight for the bar for a whiskey. (It was a really cool hotel, a converted castle, and the dinner was amazing, kind of formal and delicious.)
I think the North Coast 500 is incredible, but it’s become popular and doesn’t have the infrastructure, so it’s basically a nightmare for driving. We saw small tour buses, and that would be easier, but I’m not sure they’re any safer. And I’m not totally crazy, there was a brutal accident on the drive from Inverness back to Edinburgh, and someone who had been on a motorcycle was airlifted out by helicopter. We thankfully did not witness it, but sat for a long time in traffic while the accident was cleared, and when we passed the mangled bike, I was pretty sad. I have a friend who wants to motorcycle through Ireland, and my advice is, stick to the US. Then again, maybe the back country roads are easier on a motorcycle. All I know is, I’m really NOT an intrepid/fearless traveler, but I did have an incredibly good time, despite not seeing everything and being scared a few times.
If you do the North Coast 500, that eastern side above Inverness is staggering in its number of archaeological sites and breathtaking scenery, but I recommend taking at least a week to do it, really creep along stopping for just a couple sites a day before relaxing at your hotel.
We had more glorious rain today which, if you’ve been following me for a while, or if you live in California, you know is a really good thing.
When we went through the drought a few years ago, it was actually pretty hard to cut water back to the level each of us needed to do. Of course most people don’t waste water here in California, not even when it’s raining, after going through drought like that.
The rain has put me in mind of our visit to the Killarney National Park and the Ring of Kerry in Ireland. We had to skip the Ring of Kerry (sadly!) because of the storm, but we saved one sight-seeing goal that day. Ladies’ View is one of the most-photographed places in Killarney. Here’s the info from the official site:
Queen Victoria’s ladies-in-waiting visited here during the royal visit in 1861. They were so taken with the view that it was named after them.
Here’s Ladies’ View on that day with a pano shot:
On the way there, it was so rainy we really needed our umbrellas and were grateful to be able to duck into a pub in Kilmare for lunch. We walked up and down the street, fighting the rain, we were cold and wet, yet still taking time to read the posted menus so we would choose the place best for us. We selected a pub connected to an inn, and it had the coziest bar. We had the place to ourselves. It was an off hour, off season, and very off weather, so we could really relax in the prime location next to the fireplace.
It was kind of odd, there was a tradition of Americans passing through signing a dollar bill and tacking it to the rafters. We did not participate in that.
I was so grateful to be warm and dry. I think I had soup and hot chocolate and my husband had Shepherd’s pie or something like it.
Finally we pressed on to the Dingle Peninsula, which must be spectacular in good weather. In our weather, we were lucky to survive. Ha ha! It was a bit harrowing when Google Maps took us to the top of a mountain where the road turned into a precipice leading to a one-way road that clung to the side of a cliff so high you couldn’t even see the water, and then said, “Lost connection.” I didn’t take a picture there, so you’ll have to believe me, it was terrifying. We backed out, and the people behind us had to back out, so we could get by. We thought they’d be annoyed because they’d be in a hurry to continue on the road. No…they all turned around and followed us back the way we came! There were a few brave (stupid) tourists out that day and Google sent them all to what would be a scary country road in the best of weather, especially with tourists trying to figure out how to negotiate oncoming traffic and trying to remember who has the right-of-way.
I did manage to get this photo on the way back at a restaurant where we stopped to use the bathroom.
And I took a zoom shot from the car window when we reached the head of the pinunsula, LOL. Nothing like a zoom when it’s pouring rain.
I had more ideas for the book I want to write about going to Ireland. I’m making notes; I’m going to write that as soon as I’m done with my WIP.
This county on the northwest of Ireland continued a trajectory of magic that I experienced in Western Ireland. It’s hard to explain the feelings I had in Ireland, but I will try to share it a bit as I explore these photographs with you and because I think that this is something I’m going to try to capture in my next book (not my work in progress, which is already FULL of other travel locations!)
I was sick with a cold the last week, and when I have a cold, I rest. While resting I discovered a new (to me) TV show called Room to Improve with Dermot Bannon, an Irish architect. The first episode was set in Donegal, which when I first heard pronounced properly by an Irish person, sounded musical to me, and the Sligo taxi driver who said it was delighted when he heard we were going there next. He said we’d love it.
We plan our trips ourselves, and this one was ambitious. I planned four hour driving days sometimes, which is nothing here, but it is WAY too much in Europe. The roads are not the same, and it’s exhausting. The outcome of that planning error was that many things I had planned had to be thrown out the window, but I’m still thrilled with everything we accomplished.
The planning had to account for driving time and working in sights along that path. We booked all our hotels and B&Bs in advance and we sometimes had to choose them based on where we needed to get to that day to be set up for the next day.
We chose to stay in Dungloe because of just such math. We found a wonderful B&B.
Tired of driving, we walked to town and saw this view. I hadn’t brought my camera, but we both snapped photos with our phones. I was so happy to have a camera on my phone, the light was just right!
Here are two views of the town of Dungloe.
By the way, I recommend Room to Improve and especially that episode set in Donegal. It really gives you the sense of the people, the architecture, and the countryside. Plus in that episode the way the house turns out is lovely, a bit hard in some of the interior finishes for my particular tastes, but I love the way he lets in light, opens spaces, creates a sense of peace, and optimizes for the views and “bringing the outside in.” In other words, a lot to love in the finished product.
Funny thing is, I’m wearing my Aran Islands sweater today, and I didn’t even know I’d be writing this post when I put it on! It’s toasty warm and brings back good memories of meeting one of the women who knit the sweaters from local wool. I am warmed on the outside by the wool and the craftsmanship and on the inside by the memory of our interaction with the lovely woman in the little shop.
There were more, but the farmer destroyed them with dynamite. Ouch. They stopped him, and what is left stands among sheep, but wow, I loved these henges. Or is it henge? I’ll need to look that up.
These were a little easier to photograph than the Ring of Brodgar.
Standing stones from prehistoric times, henges, are so mystical. I love them! And the Scottish Highlands and islands have so many of these sites. One Neolithic Orkney site is called The Ring of Brodgar. It was breathtaking. Maybe it was set up for practicing Astronomy, or perhaps for ritual.
We took a thrilling trip to Ireland and Great Britain last year, and I’m excited to share some photos with you. I’ll start with my favorite, the Orkney Islands. You really have to travel far to get there, and once you do, it feels pristine and untouched except for the magnificent job the Scottish people have done with preserving one of the most amazing stone-age sites of all time. It’s called Skara Brae, and here are some photos to show you what we experienced. Note: It rained a lot while we were there, but we were undaunted!
Fortunately, my camera survived. That wasn’t smart to take photos in the rain!
This trip is not part of my current book, but it will be part of a future book. In the meantime, I plan to share the photos and stories with you, so stay tuned .
I’ve been busy the last couple of years and have written a couple books but haven’t published them. I’ve changed genres a couple times and have landed finally on women’s fiction, which is more general than Romance. The emphasis is more on the woman’s life and there might be a romance in it, but it wouldn’t be the emphasis, and it also might not even have a romantic element. I’m working on a book now that does have a romantic element. I like general fiction about life, and especially women’s lives as they learn, grow, and achieve their dreams, so that’s what I’m writing.
My work in progress features a lot of travel. You know my husband and I travel as much as possible, well I thought I’d figure out a way to work that into my books more. In this book, Easter Island is one of the locations visited. I thought I’d share some of the images from that trip, or re-share, because actually, I shared them a long time ago when I first started this blog. Easter Island is one of the most amazing places I’ve ever seen, and I feel very lucky to have had a chance to visit it.
Here are some photos of what I saw.
I put up the finch feeder again after taking it down for the summer because the finches it attracted were going after our veggie garden. Now we have too many veggies and no finches. I was wondering why we don’t have them…yes, they migrate. Well the sparrows (I think that’s what they are) are occasionally making use of the finch feeder, so that will help those of them who can eat that kind of thistle seed to do well this winter. Next summer I might let the finches have their way with our garden. There does seem to be enough to feed them and ourselves.
Actually now that I look at them, there are two kinds of birds here. The little black and white one was part of a small flock that was eating the bottle brush blossoms, the one on the feeder is a completely different kind.