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Tag Archives: Travel and Photography
Two journeys, one destination (9) – Dunrobin Castle ~Steve Tanham
The beautiful vision of the ‘fairytale’ Dunrobin Castle, seen here from across the bay during our visit to Portmahomack, had tantalised us with the reported splendour of its architecture and gardens. Now, we had arrived at the gateway of its … Continue reading
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Two journeys, one destination (7) – Rosemarkie, The Black Isle ~ Steve Tanham
Our final visit of the Saturday was to Rosemarkie, a beautiful village on the Black Isle, whose seafront looks south across the vastness of the Moray Firth. Rosemarkie was also home to a Pictish Monastery. This is now celebrated by … Continue reading
Two journeys, one destination (6) – a Pictish horizon ~ Steve Tanham
With the wonderful Portmahomack behind us, it was time to meet the three Pictish stones that marked the horizon line of the Tarbat Peninsula. These would originally have been visible from the sea, and boats approaching from the Moray Firth … Continue reading
Two journeys, one destination (5) – blood and stone ~ Steve Tanham
Writing without the other hand to steady him was hard, but the other was clamped on his thigh, holding back the flow of blood. The words on the vellum were like the wanderings of a dying bird… he smiled at … Continue reading
Two journeys, one destination (4) – two sides of the hill ~ Steve Tanham
On the second day of the Silent Eye’s ‘Pictish Trail’ weekend, we are beginning in what is, for me, one of the most beautiful places in the world. Portmahomack is a small fishing village on the north side of the … Continue reading
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* If we ever had any doubts about what it is we do, then the circumstances of our ‘flying visit’ to Skipton was lying in wait to dispel them. ‘Hell, we weren’t even supposed to be going to Skipton!’ Over … Continue reading
#ShortWritz: End of the Road ~ Steve Tanham
The A66 road connects east and west across northern England and runs through some of the highest parts of the Pennine Hills. Notorious for its severe winter winds that topple heavy wagons, it’s also very beautiful. Continue reading at Sun … Continue reading
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Keys of Heaven (1): Cod and Lobster ~ Steve Tanham
Above: approaching Staithes’ wonderful Cod and Lobster pub Bright against the icy darkness, the Christmas lights of the Cod and Lobster pub greet the quiet sound of only two sets of winter boots, where, until a few hours ago, there … Continue reading
The Creature on the Beach Beyond Thought ~ Steve Tanham
It lay there, head in the sky, gazing at the radiance. Its tail was still in the ocean of thought, the gentle waves urging it back where it belonged… The gaps in the waves had always been there; they were … Continue reading
