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Day 184
Wild geese
#thursday #afternoon #sky #september #geese #skein #wild-geese
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Day 183
Banged up
We spent the afternoon at our area's latest tourist attraction - Peterhead Convict Prison. Peterhead Convict Prison was built around 1888 an...
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Day 182
The Great British Divide
Down in the City of London the young herring gulls will doubtless be feasting on the fine remnants of Michelin-starred expens...
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Day 181
Bad and good times
The first world war now seems like ancient history. But occasionally events remind us that it is still within the memory of our old...
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Day 180
Castle Dracula
".... Suddenly I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined...
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Day 179
“The blood is the life!” ― Bram Stoker. Dracula
This evening we visited Slains Castle, the cliff-top ruin that inspired Bram Stoker to write the novel...
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Day 178
Meet the torturer.
Today we spent a happy few hours at Castle Fraser where the National Trust for Scotland had organised a session of Mediaeval Madnes...
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Day 177
The E-Ship 1
I spent the morning around the harbour in Peterhead and was rewarded by seeing one of the most interesting ships that I have ever come ac...
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Day 176
Old Dyce War Cemetery
The Old Dyce Commonwealth war cemetery lies in the grounds of the tranquil and ancient Church of St Fergus, overlooking the Rive...
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Day 175
Lame ducks
The American politician George C. Wallace once stated that "I am the lamest lame duck there could be". Well George, be warned that at the m...
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Day 174
The Somme
The Somme A hundred years ago tomorrow the battle of the Somme began on the Western Front. By the time that it ended, four and a half months...
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Day 173
Newburgh, London.
A lovely day at Haddo house. This was the view along the central drive, reputed to be one Scots mile (1,973 and a third yards) in le...
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Day 172
A tale of goats and musicians
This afternoon I was rooting through a drawer full of "stuff" in search of a WW1 trench map. I failed to find the map bu...
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Day 171
A dark, dark day.
Just before 6 o'clock this morning I was awoken by a loud roll of thunder and rain of biblical proportions. I switched on the televi...
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Day 170
Our resident pollster
We have the grandchildren in residence today as their school is shut, it being a polling station. Our younger granddaughter has...
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Day 169
Arches, keystones and star fish.
I learned today of the death of an eminent ecologist; Robert Treat Paine III, April 13, 1933 – June 13, 2016 What fol...
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Day 168
Reality
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. A quote from the Irish author Iris Murdoch (1919-1...
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Day 167
In the temple
Today I present you with a persimmon sitting on a rather special Fijian wooden dish, known as a daveniyaqona vakaga. The Wesleyan missio...
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Day 166
Earlier today
We were very late to bed last night and I took today's photograph in the very early hours. This was the view to the north with a gatheri...
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Day 165
Strutting your stuff.
I always enjoy a visit to our local plant centre , not least because it boasts a fine collection of domestic fowl. #afternoon #s...
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Day 164
An Inuit carving of a walrus.
'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and ki...
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Day 163
The dead and the cross
In pre-reformation Scotland the graves of the important might be marked with a large and elaborately carved Celtic cross. Follo...
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Day 162
Wet, wet, wet
A photograph, taken through the kitchen window, which sums up today pretty well. It has poured down all night and shows no sign of abati...
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Day 161
A good father
Our resident blackbird is an exemplary father, spending every minute of daylight collecting food for his demanding family in the nest. B...