giants causeway

millions of photos today, a lost homing pigeon, ravens, the haunted room at Bally castle, carrick a rede bridge, the causeway, nesting seabirds, torr point and lots & lots of waves.

Belfast parade

fantastic puppet parade through Belfast today, got a billion photos but can't edit them on borrowed PC. the salsa rhythms and smiling dancing folks of all ages, brightly painted & decorated was amazing to see. Lots of community groups, every age, colour ability, great to see internationalism & participation. Lovely!

Then we played frisbie in the park, tried to avoid sunburn & I went for a paddle in sea, somewhat a muckier & warmer sea than at home, but lovely & refreshing never the less. there is also more rubbish floating about, including this burnt magazine. rather appropriate.

looking for the seal-folk

smugglers bay today, the colours haven't been tweaked at all it really was this bright & gorgeous.

The Tide was racing in, there was a seal at this spot when we first arrived, no doubt after the shoal of fish, which were after the wee bits of seaweed & bugs caught in an eddie. The water was so lovely looking I went in for a quick swim too. COLD though.

Woods along the shore

wild native woodland next to the sea on a windy day, thats my kind of place.

rain & sun, good day bad day

some days are strange, who knows which direction the wind will blow us, but it will blow, onwards and upwards we go.

skylarks

spontaneous dog walk up hill to clearance village, dragging sore feet & bunged sinuses up & away from the lure/guilt/pull of the proverbial drawing board/ easel/ PC/ workstation. heavy Blossom smell everywhere, hawthorn, bluebells, gorse. bracken now tall, nearly hiding the rocks and ruins of homes from hundreds of years ago. Saw some couple of skylarks chase off a two cuckoos, twisting & turning through the sky. run rigs, crop rotation sheilings, drying kiln, bridge, up here where fishing boats & long ships would have been seen heading up the loch, now fish farm cages, the timelessness is intruded by the whine of motorbikes across the loch, boat engine by the narrows, train heading to plockton, plane heading to the states. Impossible to get head around that people lived here before, lived of this sparse and boggy land, sat & watched from those same rocks.