Showing posts with label Malaig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malaig. Show all posts
Friday, 19 August 2022
Friday, 9 September 2011
Using old pics to fill a post picture
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I began this week with energy. I had plans, ideas, things to do. One of which was to walk more, exercise and get fit. Indeed I walked a lot on Monday, walked and exercised well (for me) on Tuesday, and my body and mind have been dead ever since! Tuesday saw me writing things, reading, studying, and since then I have been working my way through 'Herodutus' and nothing else. My head is dead. The sad thing is I doubt anyone would notice. I read all the proper blogs, when folks get around to actually writing something, (it's a bit of a pain to those of us without a life when those of you with one have the life and don't post so that we without a life can have a life through you and don't make me say that again!) and enjoy the torrent of words on show. There are, I found, a billion American blogs giving details of their happy life. 'The Smith Family,' and 'The Robinson's at Home,' and 'The Watkins Way,' and so on, pages all about their joy, their kids (lots of fotos) and their God, and their support for the troops, and so on and on and on sickeningly! This is my fault as a while back when pressing the 'Next Post' button I discovered page after page of porn from professional sites. I objected as if I wish porn I am well able to find it and can do without it shoved in my face, especially after reaching 60 it doesn't work so well now! Some geek has flicked a switch and I find all the Yank families in the Mid West telling me how lovely life is and we support the Tea party! I feel inclined to offer my thoughts and get banned from that range of blogs and put onto something with more life! Isn't life strange sometimes?
Anyway this lovely engine, with its misery of a driver, was the machine that pulled me into Mallaig many moons ago. The steam train runs several times a day from Fort William to the fishing port, and you can catch the ferry to sky if you so wish, although I think this is only for pedestrians these days. A small fishing village, with I suspect a lot less boats today than when I visited some years ago. Smoke emanating from chimneys was a strange sight, and smell, to discover, especially as I lived in the centre of London at the time. The open space, the sky, the sea, the aroma, all made for a wonderful experience. Watching sheep, with horns, nibbling grass by the roadside was also enjoyable, although they were not very friendly, those Gaels are a rough lot! I have pictures of a sloping sea with some of the Isles in the distance, and one or two of the colourful boats and possibly one of the seal who kept sticking his head up in the hope of a free fish being slung at him. Funnily enough whenever I have been up that way all the postcards show glowering clouds, and cartoon ones feature sheep cowering from rain, in telephone boxes, yet the sun always shone when I was around. Does this mean it really does shine out of my eyes?
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I began this week with energy. I had plans, ideas, things to do. One of which was to walk more, exercise and get fit. Indeed I walked a lot on Monday, walked and exercised well (for me) on Tuesday, and my body and mind have been dead ever since! Tuesday saw me writing things, reading, studying, and since then I have been working my way through 'Herodutus' and nothing else. My head is dead. The sad thing is I doubt anyone would notice. I read all the proper blogs, when folks get around to actually writing something, (it's a bit of a pain to those of us without a life when those of you with one have the life and don't post so that we without a life can have a life through you and don't make me say that again!) and enjoy the torrent of words on show. There are, I found, a billion American blogs giving details of their happy life. 'The Smith Family,' and 'The Robinson's at Home,' and 'The Watkins Way,' and so on, pages all about their joy, their kids (lots of fotos) and their God, and their support for the troops, and so on and on and on sickeningly! This is my fault as a while back when pressing the 'Next Post' button I discovered page after page of porn from professional sites. I objected as if I wish porn I am well able to find it and can do without it shoved in my face, especially after reaching 60 it doesn't work so well now! Some geek has flicked a switch and I find all the Yank families in the Mid West telling me how lovely life is and we support the Tea party! I feel inclined to offer my thoughts and get banned from that range of blogs and put onto something with more life! Isn't life strange sometimes?
Anyway this lovely engine, with its misery of a driver, was the machine that pulled me into Mallaig many moons ago. The steam train runs several times a day from Fort William to the fishing port, and you can catch the ferry to sky if you so wish, although I think this is only for pedestrians these days. A small fishing village, with I suspect a lot less boats today than when I visited some years ago. Smoke emanating from chimneys was a strange sight, and smell, to discover, especially as I lived in the centre of London at the time. The open space, the sky, the sea, the aroma, all made for a wonderful experience. Watching sheep, with horns, nibbling grass by the roadside was also enjoyable, although they were not very friendly, those Gaels are a rough lot! I have pictures of a sloping sea with some of the Isles in the distance, and one or two of the colourful boats and possibly one of the seal who kept sticking his head up in the hope of a free fish being slung at him. Funnily enough whenever I have been up that way all the postcards show glowering clouds, and cartoon ones feature sheep cowering from rain, in telephone boxes, yet the sun always shone when I was around. Does this mean it really does shine out of my eyes?
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