Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

Day 30, Final Day of #30dayswildcreativity: The Sea and its Islands

Two Noah's Ark panels of stained glass from St Neot's Church, Bodmin Moor

I discovered very early on that I enjoyed drawing. When I was about four or five I was asked to draw Noah's Ark, a challenge I relished as I loved animals. I also loved the sea, being by the sea and paddling: it took me a long time to learn to swim. Sadly I failed to keep that drawing, but the version in the stained glass above always make me smile when I see the dove being sent off to look for dry land in one panel and the dove returning in another with what must be the olive leaf in its bill. 

There is something about setting off from the security of the shore and heading out into the vastness of the ocean. I was a timid swimmer and it was many years until I was finally awarded my bronze Personal Survival Medal. I am also a timid sailor in choppy seas. But I love a short excursion out into the ocean, particularly when there is the lure of an island at the far end of the voyage. 

Back in 2011 we were holidaying in Lochinvar in Assynt in the north-west of Scotland. The weather in that magnificent region is very unpredictable, though it is usually safe to predict rain. We checked the weather forecast at breakfast and decided that all was set as fair as it was likely to be. 


We boarded a vessel to the Summer Isles and set out in fine weather...


... and were soon leaving the brooding silhouettes of Stac Pollaidh and Suilven behind.


A few minutes later the sun came out and we were able to feast our eyes on these intense ocean blues.


By the time we reached the island of Tanera Mòr, it had turned into a beautiful afternoon. 




There was just time to call in at the Post Office, which has been issuing its own stamps since the 1970s, before heading back along the bank to enjoy some local wildlife. Stamps bought on the island can only be used to transport an envelope or postcard as far as the mainland. Thereafter a missive will only reach its destination if it also carries a regular stamp.




We noticed some orchids, and as we drew closer we saw...



... this 6-spot Burnet moth ...



... and this one that landed on David's hand. The bank was full of these colouful insects, and judging by their shiny appearance, I think they had just emerged and were drying off their wings in the bright sunshine.  




Another surprise took the form of this impressive (and ferocious) Green Tiger Beetle

Our time on this special island was fast drawing to a close. I looked up at the remains of an old dwelling and paused to wonder what life would have been like in the 1880s when a population of 119 was recorded. Doubtless many, or most, of these would have been linked to the herring industry

Everything changes, including Scottish islands. Tanera Mòr has been sold since our visit, and a new vision is taking shape. 


As we waited by the shore for our return voyage, we watched these female Eiders drifting through the tranquil waters.  




 
The photograph above shows me in my element aboard a boat on the water in fabulous weather, and with the mainland not far away. The Tate (Tate Britain, I believe) holds an 'aquatint on paper' of the pier at Tanera Mor, produced by William Daniell, who died in 1837, the year before members of my Scottish family emigrated from the Cairngorm area under the Lang Bounty Scheme, via Oban, to Sydney. What a voyage that must have entailed. Their fortitude is something I find hard to imagine; but, like Noah on Mount Ararat, they reached the safety of dry land. 

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This post was written in response to Dr Miriam Darlington's final #30dayswildcreativity meme on her Facebook page. We were invited to write about something we had fallen 'in love with as a child', and I have chosen to focus on a number of different threads, many of which weave together in my life as I enjoy the natural world and its oceans. 

Threads represented in my 'sea collage' below include time spent afloat, looking in rockpools, watching wildlife, writing, sketching and taking photographs. 



Thank you, Miriam, so much for your inspiring themes and memes. I have thoroughly enjoyed responding to them in word and image. Thank you, too, for the literary excerpts and poems you have introduced us to along the way.  


Thursday, 16 August 2018

Northern Holiday 2018, Post 3: The Mull of Galloway in Scotland


We love places 'on the edge', and the Mull of Galloway in Scotland at the southern tip of the Rhins peninsula qualifies as just such a location. If you are wondering about the destinations on the signpost above, we reckon the Lands End sign has had a bit of a turn!


The peninsula is about 30 miles in length. We stopped here at this beach near Ardwell for a picnic lunch, and enjoyed watching some swimmers with their floating gear. 


There were a number of Six-spot Burnet moths hatching out and flying around, which was lovely to see as lepidoptera had been conspicuous by their absence this year in some places. The Six-spot is one of the day-flying moth species on the Big Butterfly Count chart.


It was soon time to head down to the lighthouse. It marks Scotland's most southerly point, just as the one at the Lizard marks the most southerly point of Cornwall. The Galloway lighthouse has 115 steps to the top, and I am quite prepared to take that on trust! The lighthouse was built in 1830 by Robert Stevenson, grandfather of the writer Robert Louis. Ballantrae, as in The Master of Ballantrae, is a bit further round the coast towards Ayr.

The Mull of Galloway has a resident population of Rose Chafer beetles. These scarab-like insects shine with iridescence and can be found on the thistles and umbellifers like Hogweed that grow in this area. It took me some time to locate one of these beetles, but once I had got my eye in, we saw quite a few. In some lights they looked bronze and in others, a bright viridian green. The 'aurata' in the scientific nomenclature, Cetonia aurata, presumably implies a glint of gold. These insects always remind me of the Rose-Beetle Man in My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell! You might be interested in a post about these strange creatures on The Cabinet of Curiosities blog. Some years ago the RSPB produced a Rose Chafer pin-badge, but I don't think it is available any more.




 As we made our way towards the lighthouse, we saw a Linnet in the distance ...


There were drifts of cotton-grass in the boggy areas...


... and Goldfinches in among the thistles.



The path to the RSPB Visitor Centre...


 ... takes you this way, through a sheltered dip in the landscape.



It proved a good spot for Common Blue butterflies. 




You can see the RSPB Centre top right. 


There are a few artefacts on display at the lighthouse. This Bible caught my eye: it was provided by the Northern Lighthouse Board for the Ailsa Craig lighthouse off the Ayrshire coast. The lighthouse keeper's life must have been a lonely and difficult one at times, and I imagine members of the Board decided to provide spiritual reading material for its staff in much in the same way that the Gideons distribute Bibles for patients in hospital today.


David saw a puffin here at the Mull on a previous visit. We failed to see any this time around, but there were plenty of Guillemots on the cliff ledges way down below us. 


My next holiday post will include their black cousins, or Tysties, which we saw up the coast on the western side of The Rhins peninsula at Portpatrick. 

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Red Letter Day for White-letter Butterfly


Those of you who follow my blog may recall my excitement at seeing my first White-letter Hairstreak surprisingly close to my Suffolk home last summer. These are the photos I took at the time. I am posting them again in the light of the good news that three White-letter Hairstreak eggs were recently discovered in Scotland where this species had not been known to breed for over a century. You can read the story on the Discover Wildlife site here.

And as for me, well, I shall return to my spot later this year when these pink Bindweed flowers are blooming. White-letter Hairstreaks usually frequent the treetops in areas of elm, but, of course, so many elms have been decimated by disease in recent decades.  


Postscript: I have just ordered a copy of a children's novel, highly recommended by an adult poetry friend. It is called The Island at the End of Everything by Kiran Millwood Hargrave and is about butterflies and leprosy. I will report back in due course...

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Northern Holiday, 2017 (3): Aberlady Bay Nature Reserve



We returned a number of times to this beautiful corner, often in the evening when the call of the Curlew over the water and mudflats was utterly unforgettable. The photo below shows the approach to the reserve, and while there were no trolls in sight, it did make me think of the Three Billy Goats Gruff and their rickety-rackety bridge!


I particularly liked the bird-print sign on the green slat in the photo below.


And here we are: no prizes for guessing who was the tortoise...


It was lovely to see a few orchids beside the path...


... and one or two butterflies, like this Ringlet.


The photo below shows the bends in the bridge, but fails to give a good indication of its length.


There were some beautiful wildflowers, including Viper's Bugloss.


We had been given a tip-off by other visitors that there were tiny froglets about. We looked and looked along the damp paths, and were just about to give up when the large frog in the photos at the end of this post did a sudden leap in front of me, making me do a proverbial 'jump' out of my skin. After that lively introduction to the amphibian underworld of Aberlady, we got our eye in and found plenty of minute black and/or olive coloured froglets. There were so many, in fact, that we had to tread with the utmost care.






Aberlady became the first 'local nature reserve' back in 1952. It is beautiful by day and by night, with its ever-changing cloudscape, as you can see.




Monday, 14 August 2017

Northern Holiday, 2017 (2): Aberdour Castle Grounds


Painted Lady, Walled Garden, Aberdour Castle

In my previous post I included a photograph of a stained glass window on Holy Island, depicting a Puffin and an Eider duck. We left the Holy Island area and moved north into Scotland.

We had rain most days, but the sun shone for us at Aberdour Castle, a site we had not visited for some years. The warmer weather (and doubtless the nectar-rich flowers) enticed a Painted Lady butterfly out into the shelter of the wonderful walled garden. I have hardly seen any Painted Ladies this summer, so this sighting was a particular joy.



The castle backs on to some fine terraced walks.
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David ducked his head and explored the 'doocot'.


A sundial built into the wall. 


I believe I had noticed the spider's web, but I am not sure I had seen the spider (if indeed it is the spider!) when I took the picture...


I'm guessing this is a bat-box in the castle wall. 


I couldn't resist a few more photos of the Painted Lady...




We did not see nearly as many birds as we usually do in Scotland. The particularly unsettled weather will have had something to do with this. However, we did hear a few Curlews calling (such a special and unique sound); and perhaps what we lacked in numbers, we made up for in terms of quality sightings, like this fine king-of-the-castle Robin.


We congratulated the castle gardener on her wonderful planting in the walled garden...


... and we were not the only ones to appreciate the flowers. 


Just as we were leaving, I noticed this little Haiku lurking in the soil. I have just discovered that it is part of the Aberdour Poetry Trail.

You will have noticed that the Painted Lady features prominently in this post. I have been paying particular attention to butterflies this year as a result of reading two fascinating books...
It has been particularly rewarding to read them sequentially as Barkham alludes to butterfly expeditions in the company of Oates