Anatomy of a sunset.

Stopping at our favourite beach on the way home from holiday - we stayed and watched the sun going down and the pale waxing crescent moon appear. A fine end to our trip.
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A few days away

We had a couple of days away in the campervan last week. Just back down to South Ayrshire to a great wee site we had come across the other week. With John's fast approaching early retirement, we have been looking at various options regarding property and self-sufficiency, so we were back down to have a more detailed viewing of one we had previously looked at. Not sure though. Now that the dream is about to come true we are beginning to feel quite confused as to what our ideal place actually is. When it was still a dream it was fine - we had no shortage of ideas and plans. Now - well - when we are looking at land we are going to be making our living from, it seems quite different, and very daunting.
As I sit here typing this in my sunny conservatory, looking out at my garden, listening to the birds singing, I wonder why we want to move - what is wrong with this house? Surely the most important space is inside my head, anyway? Then I notice the background hum of steady traffic passing right outside the front gate, and remember.
The right place will come to us at the right time.
Anyway, here are a few pictures of our very wet holiday. James seemed to live in his Muddy Puddles suit and wellies, but it meant he could still have fun in the rain.


We even managed some fairly strenuous hiking, although James has now decided that he will never go in the sling again.

This little lamb adopted us for part of our walk. James said she was Uan, The Little Lamb.

It was so windy at Girvan beach, I thought James was going to take off like a balloon in his rain-suit!


But he managed to stay on land and played with all the seaweed that had been washed up.




Then he and Dad climbed up onto a rock in the middle of the sea!

Despite the strong winds on the beach, the harbour was very still and calm. I suppose that's the point of a harbour.

More gratuitous seaside pictures

We spent the end of yesterday afternoon on the beach at Girvan, South Ayrshire. It was almost deserted, apart from the occasional dog walker. The weather had been warm, but became a bit dull and windy. We had some great beach fun anyway. Running, splashing, dancing, even a spot of Tai-Chi - with a great backdrop!





Keep enjoying the summertime. xx

Shadow Shot Sunday - Clyde Coast

Yesterday we took a wee afternoon run down to the coast of Ayrshire. It was a gorgeous day, but later on a strong wind whipped up the sand on Girvan beach. The visibility was not great, so there was a bit of a shadow shortage. Ah well - here is a grainy image of Ailsa Craig - a volcanic plug that sits in the middle of the Firth of Clyde. For the next week, golfing fans will become very familiar with this sight as the TV crews of the world descend on Turnberry for the British Open Golf Championship. It tends to feature in panned out shots from the course. Personally I would rather sit and watch the light changing on Ailsa Craig than watch golf, but each to their own.


This is another misty view, this time of the beautiful island of Arran, taken from Girvan harbour. The profile allegedly resembles that of a sleeping warrior. I have spent countless childhood holidays studying this skyline and cannot quite see it - I am happy to keep trying though.

Boats in the harbour.

James on the beach before the sandstorm. Arran is just visible on the horizon.

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