South Queensferry, Scotland

5 February 2012 00:20

We travelled over the Forth Road Bridge to South Queensferry last Saturday, well the football had been cancelled due to hard frost.

You can’t go to South Queensferry and not take some photos of the Forth Bridge, so here they are!
The Forth Bridge approach

The Forth Bridge

The Hawes Inn appears in Robert Louis Stevenson’s book Kidnapped. As you can see the approach to the bridge is more or less straight above the inn but of course the bridge wasn’t there at the time that Robert Louis Stevenson was writing about.

Hawes Inn, South Queensferry

The photo below is of the main street in South Queensferry, I think it’s quite unusual to have a two tiered street with a pavement and houses being situated over the top of the shops.

South Queensferry

South Queensferry

This vintage car came tootling along just as I was taking the photos, it was like something that Toad out of The Wind in the Willows might have driven. They must have been freezing! I wouldn’t mind going for a drive in it on a hot day though.

A vintage car

As you can see, they have some olde worlde streetlamps in South Queensferry which fit in nicely with the age of the buildings. Even although it was a cold day it was still busy with locals and day trippers, there are quite a few eateries in the town and I think it’s a favourite place for people living in Edinburgh to visit.

South Queensferry

Some of the buildings are really quite ancient, as you can see the date on this pub is 1683.

The Ferry Tap

This photo below is of Jack (husband) eyeing up one of the boats which has been lifted out of the harbour but I don’t think he’ll be taking up sailing.

The Forth Bridge

This is one end of the town from the harbour. It’s a nice wee place to have a bit of a stroll around.

South Queensferry from harbour

It was reading Margaret of Books Please review of a Catriona McPherson book which is set there which made me think it was about time we had another look at South Queensferry. The last time we were there was during the summer when we took a trip on one of the boats which sails regularly to the island of Inchcolm. It’s a good day out, when the weather’s fair. You really wouldn’t want to be stuck out on an island in the middle of the Forth if there was the chance of a howling gale and rain blowing up. You can have a look at my Inchcolm post here.

The Pirate by Sir Walter Scott

4 February 2012 00:10

November's Autumn

I read The Pirate as part of the November’s Autumn classic challenge.
All the nice girls love a sailor, so THEY say – but what sort of girls like a pirate? My sort of course, I’ve always had a bit of a yen for the pirate type, in fiction anyway, which is why I opted to read this book. I can’t even read the word pirate without saying – aarrr Jim lad to myself, that’s Long John Silver of Treasure Island fame of course.

As I said previously this book was a very slow starter and I kept wondering when there would ever be some pirate action. It didn’t come until about two thirds of the way through the book. I was reminded of a heart monitor because The Pirate is very wordy and Scott does quite a lot of rambling for no good reason really, so it sort of flatlines and then there’s the odd spike of interest or excitement. But those bits are good and in the end I was glad that I hadn’t given up on it.

The action is set on Zetland, which is what we call Shetland nowadays, a group of islands off the north coast of Scotland. Mordaunt Mertoun is a young man who has never known his mother and has been brought up by a very cold and unloving father. When Mordaunt sees a ship being wrecked on the rocks near his home he has to save a sailor who is in danger of drowning, despite the fact that the Zetlanders don’t approve of such actions. In a harsh landscape where scavenging for goods from wrecked ships helps the islanders to survive, so they don’t want the complications which shipwreck survivors bring.

The survivor is a young man called Clement Cleveland and as predicted by the Zetlanders he brings no good to Mordaunt, in fact Cleveland turns Mordaunt’s friends and neighbours against him, particularly the sisters Brenda and Minna.

It’s a long book and I’m not going to say much more about the storyline but I have to say that although it dragged along slowly at times I did enjoy the atmosphere and descriptions of Shetland and later Orkney. The story is set not all that long after Shetland became part of Scotland, you might not know that up until the 15th century Shetland was part of Norway but it was given to Scotland as part of a dowry payment from King Christian of Norway on his daughter’s marriage. So there was a big Scandinavian influence and at the time The Pirate is set the islanders see the Scots as foreigners.

Walter Scott has woven Norse mythological tales into the storyline with the result that I want to read more about them, so that’s a plus point I think. I especially liked the character of Norna of Fitful Head who is a sort of white witch/soothsayer and makes a good living selling fair winds to fishermen and sailors, what a great idea! The population is generally wary of her and wants to keep in her good books.

Fitful Head is an actual place and you can see some wonderful images of it here and here.

So as I said before, reading The Pirate was a bit like wading through porridge at times, without the benefit of sugar or syrup but on balance it was worth it, if only to find out about Fitful Head, it might be added to our places to visit list!

Hunters in the Snow by Pieter Bruegel

27 December 2011 23:22

Pieter Bruegel d. Ä. 106b

I love this painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder. I was amazed to discover that it was painted so long ago, 1565 – as it seems quite modern to me, it must be something to do with the clean, crisp quality of it. The original is in Vienna. I first came across Hunters in the Snow about 30 years ago when a friend sent me it as a Christmas card and I managed to find a framed print of it not long afterwards. However it was one of the things which disappeared during our last removal to this house 24 years or so ago. Things always seem to go missing when we move and we moved around the country a lot before we got here.

I haven’t replaced it in all these years but I’ll really have to get around to it, or maybe I should leave it until after we downsize, just in case another removal man takes a fancy to it.

I love just about everything about it. Click on it to enlarge it and you’ll see the smaller details. I love the trees and the snow, mountains, dogs, skaters, curlers, the church in the distance, the birds, the person carrying wood for a fire across the bridge and especially the sign which is on the left hand side and is dangling lop-sided in the wind. I can just about hear it squeaking and creaking and I can almost smell the snow and the fire. I have a very eclectic taste in Art. What about you? Has anything ‘disappeared’ from a removal of yours?’

More from Evelyn

6 December 2011 00:16

Just a quick one tonight!

I discovered recently that Evelyn of Evee’s blog is an even busier bee than I thought she was as she also has a blog called Peebles for Pleasure which is obviously about the Scottish Borders town of Peebles and is just full of gorgeous photos of the area, by Iain Mackay.

I really don’t know the area all that well as I’ve only been to the town itself for very short walks along the high street whilst on our way to visit nearby relatives. I’m going to have to give Peebles more time next time we’re there because we’ve been missing all the great bits. Just going by the photos I’d definitely move there if it wasn’t so far away from Perth and Dundee.

If you read books by O. Douglas (Anna Buchan, John Buchan’s sister) you’ll be interested in Peebles for Pleasure. It’s easy to see why Anna loved the place and wrote about it, giving it the name of Priorsford in her books.

The Buchan family moved to Kirkcaldy in Fife when their father, who was a Scottish Free Church minister was preaching at a church here. I think they lived in Fife for at least eleven years and Mrs Buchan in particular must have been ‘pining for Peebles’ all that time as the blast from the north sea must have come as a shock to her. They did eventually get back to the Peebles area.

It’s a bit of a miracle that I found Peebles for Pleasure because I don’t think Evelyn has it on her sidebar, unless I just can’t see it for looking at it – if you see what I mean. If you haven’t found it before and you like lovely photos do yourself a favour and hop over.

St Andrews, Fife, Scotland

30 November 2011 23:53

This is what the sea at St Andrews looked like when we were there on Saturday, I took this photo around about 3.30 and an hour later it was completely dark. That’s what I hate about winter. I’m so looking forward to the winter solstice! Considering it was such a wild day the sea looked amazingly calm as it rolled in.

St Andrews Seascape

This is what is left of St Andrews Cathedral. It’s quite difficult to take digital photos in a gale as you and the camera tend to get blown about. The cathedral stands above the sea and has been battered by the wind for about 1000 years. After the reformation it fell into disuse so the locals would have taken as much of the stone as they could for building purposes as usual. Well, you can’t blame them for recycling.
St Andrews Cathedral
And this is St Andrews Castle, I have to admit that I took this one earlier in the year when the sky was blue. There are some great photos of the castle here, if you’re interested in seeing some more of it.

St Andrews Castle

In no time at all it was a dark and stormy night – but that’s for another blogpost!

Braintree, Essex

11 November 2011 23:51

This is the one place which we were determined to get to during our recent road trip to the south of England. We moved from the west of Scotland to Braintree over 33 years ago when Jack got a job as a research chemist. This is the first house that we ever bought but it was really too far away from his work in Hertford but house prices there had doubled the year before and were unaffordable. It was brand new when we moved in and Braintree was deep in snow, we had never seen anything like it in Scotland!

Our Old House

The amount of commuting involved to get to work was just ridiculous and what with that and my dad being terminally ill we ended up going back to Scotland after a couple of years so that I could help my mum to look after dad. But we had always wondered what the place was like after all these years, it hasn’t really changed very much but we were really surprised to discover that the rough ground in front of the house hadn’t been built on. In fact it has been turfed and there are nice trees there now and benches looking over to this view.

The River Blackwater

Of course the River Blackwater has always been there but the trees were much smaller then, you would never know that the village of Bocking is at the other side of them. It’s quite scenic really and we were lucky to be living right on the edge of the estate but we didn’t realise that at the time as we had always lived on the edge of the town and had a view of hills where we lived before. I wish we had that now!

Anyway, they always say – never go back – but we enjoyed our trip down memory lane and we’re hoping to go back to visit Essex again in the future.

Pop Over to Evee’s blog

10 November 2011 23:55

This is just a quickie to say that Evelyn of Evee’s blog has found some time in her busy life to do some blog posts. If you’re into things Scottish or you just like beautiful scenery you’ll want to look at her gorgeous photos of the Hebrides which you can see here.

Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial at Madingley

28 October 2011 00:03

I had a look at my AA book of places to visit in Britain and I saw that they recommended Madingley near Cambridge because of the World War II cemetery. It’s the only World War II American military cemetery in the UK and the land was donated by the University of Cambridge, it covers 30.5 acres. It’s staffed by friendly and informative people. You can read about it here.

North Entrance, Madingley Cambridge

At one point there were 3 million Americans in Britain and sadly 3,812 of them ended up here. Some of them would have been involved in that disastrous training accident in Cornwall.

Crosses

There are 80 Stars of David in the cemetery, you can just see one of them in the photo below. I must admit that I prefer the British military plain headstones, for one thing there’s a lot more room on them for information. These ones only have name, number and state whereas the British ones have name,regiment, age and a space below for the family to add a sentiment of their own. Mind you when you see that their ages are usually about 19 it can be quite depressing. I saw a 15 year old in a French cemetery, a drummer boy from Durham, I didn’t even realise it was legal to have ‘men’ out there so young.

World War II graves

The whole place is beautifully cared for and is well planted with double pink hawthorn trees, tulip trees, catalpa, beech, oak and sweet gum as well as box hedging, roses and lots more small plants. I loved the espaliered pyracanthas which are looking great at the moment.

Espaliered Pyracantha

To the left hand side of the photo below you can see the massive memorial wall which is inscribed with the names and particulars of 5,127 people who are missing, their remains never having been found.

Long vista  + flagstaff

Below is a stitch of the land which is adjacent to the North Entrance, it’s very flat farmland but as you can see, the cemetery is nicely situated in a rural and peaceful setting. It’s a long way for any American relatives to visit but even in October there were a few graves with flowers and flags on them.

Fields at Madingley

Fields at Madingley

If you’re at all into that era or military history then you’ll find this an interesting if sad place to visit. It’s just so awful that there are still youngsters losing their lives in the name of freedom, politicians never seem to learn.

It wasn’t until after I left that I realised that there’s just a possibility that one of my many uncles pulled some of these poor souls out of the English Channel as he was in the RAF – Air Sea Rescue and spent most of his time soaking wet and freezing, which is how he got the chronic bronchitis which killed him at an early age too. He had been determined not to go into the army after hearing horror stories of his father’s experiences in the trenches. He would probably have been better off just waiting for his army call up.

Moffat, Scotland

22 October 2011 23:56

We stopped off at Moffat on the way down to England last week, just to stretch our legs a wee bit really but the last time I stopped off there I hadn’t realised that the author D.E. Stevenson had lived in the town and is buried in the local cemetery. If you’re a fan of D.E. (a Dessie) and it’s not so easy for you to get to Moffat you might be interested to see what the town is like. I think she was very fond of the place.

A street in Moffat, Scotland

It’s a really small town but it is set in lovely countryside and I can see that it would be a pleasant place to live, it’s far enough away from big places to make small privately owned shops commercially viable so it’s more interesting than lots of bigger towns. Mind you having said that it has an Edinburgh Woollen Mill shop and I was amazed to find that there was one of those in almost every English town that we visited, even Braintree. Moffat even has a bookshop which sells new and second-hand books, and even buys books back from you after you’re finished with them!

A side street in Moffat

The photo below is of a small street at the end of the main street and the houses are very typical of Scottish houses which are about 100 years old.

Moffat, Scotland

The buildings are very definitely Scottish architecture, it isn’t just the fact that they’re built of stone and not brick.

Post Office in Moffat, Scotland

We walked around a lot of the cemetery but couldn’t find D.E.Stevenson. I thought she would have been signposted! I think she’s in there somewhere though and if you have to be buried then I suppose it’s not a bad spot to be, the trees and hills are pretty anyway and the countryside on the way into the town is lovely.

Moffat cemetery.

Next time we pass, I’ll have to do my homework first and find out exactly where D.E. lived and then I can take a photograph of the house and the plaque.

From there we drove on to Lincoln and by then it was chucking it down with rain. They get hardly any rain there and I believe that the farmers had been complaining of drought but obviously the rain wanted us to feel at home as Fife has had the wettest summer for nearly 100 years, in fact it has been the wettest place in Britain. I get the distinct feeling that rain clouds are following us about. If I’m not careful I’ll begin to feel like the Queen as rain almost always fell when she visited places in Africa in the past – only there it’s a sign of good luck!

Aberdour, Fife

24 September 2011 00:28

I’ve been neglecting ‘Pining’ the past couple of days because yet again I’m up to my elbows in wallpaper paste – doing Gordon’s old bedroom now. No don’t say that I should get professionals in to do it because in my experience they are just expensive bodgers so I would rather do it myself, I can bodge just as well for free!

Anyway, a couple of weekends ago we decided to go for a walk around Aberdour (again), just about six miles along the coast going towards Edinburgh. It’s too long to walk there so we took the car and by the time we got there it was chucking it down with rain. But you wouldn’t think it from the photos, it was one of those ‘April shower’ days in September.

Firth of Forth

The Firth of Forth

We went to Aberdour so that my husband could take a photo of the war memorial there, he’s sort of ‘collecting’ them, which is a Sisyphean task if ever there was one as they’re all over the place and sometimes in the most unexpected locations, but I leave them to him. I was more interested in this ancient doorway leading into the grounds of Aberdour Castle. It dates from 1632.

Aberdour Castle Garden

And this is what you can see when you get through the doorway.

Aberdour Castle Garden

Aberdour Castle Garden

It’s still pretty and colourful even in September. Aberdour Castle is one of the few castles which I think would have been quite comfy and pleasant to live in in its heyday and it’s worth a visit if you’re ever in that vicinity.

By the time we walked around Aberdour my feet were absolutely squelching wet, completely drookit. What is it about modern footwear manufacturers? They seem to have lost the ability to make shoes and boots waterproof. I had on my fairly expensive hiking boots and after about a year they started to leak. Am I expecting too much? Is it just me or do other people have the same problem with footwear nowadays?!