Lost Ticker Tape

The photo above was taken on a day trip made up of beaches, music, disused bunkers, a picnic, the Barrowlands, fizzy pop and smiles all round. It was a typical March day, dreich and cold. As we trundled (yes, trundled along, it was early on a Sunday on the Scottish coast in March, what else do you expect, sprinting?) we were cheered by thoughts of the day to come. First off it was a genteel stroll over Cramond Island, the jagged teeth of the breakwater leading the way. Cramond is an interesting island, think deserted war bunkers, whin bushes and graffiti all compressed into a wee island in the Forth. We found the right bunker by following the trail of people over the island. Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo were kicking off the first in the series of their Forth Island gigs on Cramond Island. The music was interesting, difficult and being played in a disused war bunker on an island on Sunday morning. The ultimate in LoFi, what more can I say?! We explored the rest of the bunkers, ...

It's been too long! Good things have happened between my last post and now. Among other things I climbed my first lighthouse, I heard some live music which reaffirmed my faith in good music, went sailing on a proper sail boat, attempted to skim stones on a beach made entirely of stones and discovered a book which echoes the sentiments of this blog. Okay, I'll start with the lighthouse. I know that by proclaiming that I climbed my first lighthouse I am implying that I intend to climb more, well I am. I climbed Portland Bill lighthouse a couple of weeks ago and the photo below is one of many I took of the lens. The visit to Portland Bill ties in with the sailing. This also goes hand in hand with, rain, a view of the Dorset coast, pretty seaside towns, fish and ships, playing board games, a whistling kettle, more rain, climbing rocks, flags, Old Gaffers, the Isle of Wight, drinking tea, more rain, Chesil beach, getting some sea-legs, getting sunburnt and last but not least sa...