The best part of this Oz trip was undoubtedly going out into the mountains… after that, I never wanted to come back! These last three days were the most spectacular and relaxing out of the two weeks I spent over there, wedged right at the end of my time there. Melbourne, Canberra, and the one night in Sydney was all go go go, but as soon as we arrived in Wentworth Falls, I knew it was time to unwind. Read on »
Camping trips in the Highlands are always a great source of excitement for me. I’m far from an authority on the topic, but I sure do know how to keep comfortable sleeping outdoors. You are much more likely to find the glam in glamping if you’re well prepared, and this means kitting out.
When it comes to heading up to the Scottish Highlands, I’m the kind of person who just gets in the car and sees where the road takes them. The Boy on the other hand is consistently fantastic at scouting out the best road trips ahead of time.
A bad cold would not deter us. I got over my cough as fast as I could and now the car is packed ready to head up-country! Stay tuned for windy single track roads, sheep in stark landscapes, gentle river valleys, shallow-pale sun-rays, mist and pouring rain. We’re going camping!
I should really give my poor feet a break, but it’s difficult to justify lying down indoors on the rare pretty days in Edinburgh. My walking has been reduced to a hobble for days now (I overdid the cycling thang and the feet said ‘no’), but as soon as they felt like they could carry me again, I headed out with the Boy’s camera body, and one of my own vintage pancake lenses, to enjoy the sun.
It took some adjusting to, using this lens I know well in a fully manual context, but now fitted on a DSLR’s body. Finding focus, or the right exposure were all challenges at first, but slowly some decent shots emerged.
As on most of my ‘boyless’ summer days, I plunged for my usual wandering snacks, spent some time lying in the grass, and wished I brought a book with me.
I ended up watching a spot of cricket, posed around at the riverside for the self-timer for a bit, hunted for pretty flowers and only headed home in the glorious orange-yellow light once my feet could absolutely take no more.
The weather finally turned, if only for two days or so. The first real summer’s night we had was on Thursday, a real treat as we were headed over to Glasgow to watch From Scotland With Love, a film made up of archive footage, set to King Creosote’s score.
It was the setting that made the occasion really special, the Kelvingrove Bandstand and Amphitheatre was just done up this last year, and the screening began just as the last rays of sun hit the tops of the West End’s trees.
Lots of casual red lipstick, plastic cups of cider on ice and many easy laughs were the norm as the good few thousand strong crowd sat on the shiny new benches, enjoying the support band, and waiting for the film to begin to roll.
It felt great to be outdoors after dark, have so many happy people around, breathe in the night air and to sit there with my Boy, holding hands, taking in glimpses of a hundred years’ worth of footage from Scotland’s every nook and cranny.
BBC has some clips from the film, so head over there if you’re curious.