Portsoy, Aberdeenshire

Portsoy in Aberdeenshire was one of the many places that we visited a few weeks ago when we drove north to Aberdeenshire for a few days. The harbour dates back to 1692 and the photos wouldn’t really do it justice, it’s a series of small harbours interlinked. It means that there are safe areas for children to play in with quite shallow water, when the tide is out anyway.  When we were there it was crowded with kids having great fun, the water would have been relatively warm too. So I wasn’t able to take photos of those parts because of all the people there.

The harbour has been used in various TV and films, such as Peaky Blinders, Whisky Galore! and various BBC period dramas, as well as in a Tennents lager advert.

The photo below is of the grass at the edge of the harbour, as you can see there’s a modern sculpture of a dolphin there.

Portsoy sculpture, Aberdeenshire

I love just about any kind of ruin and this window is just about all that remains of a cottage above the harbour, presumably the weather played havoc with the rest of it over the years.

Portsoy, Aberdeenshire

Portsoy is apparently famous for the marble which used to be mined there, there’s a marble shop there where you can buy various sorts of marble and carved stones. Portsoy marble was used in the Palace of Versailles, the marble is really red and green serpentine. It’s a lovely wee place, I would visit it again, if we are ever in that area again.

Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata – 20 Books of Summer

Snow Country by Yasanuri Kawabata was first published in 1956. The Penguin Modern Classic which I read was translated by Edward G. Seidensticker. It’s a short read at just 121 pages.

Shimamura is a married man and has children, he’s a wealthy man, he inherited his money and is in the habit of leaving the city and travelling to the west coast mountains of Japan, where winter arrives early. He’s travelling there by train and he recognises Yoko by her reflection on his window. She’s a part time geisha and it transpires that she had chosen that profession as her fiance is seriously ill, and she needs to pay for his medical care. The young man is travelling with her and Yoko is tending to him wrapping him up against the cold, he looks seriously ill.

It’s another geisha that Shimamura has come to see though. He believes he’s in love with Komako, she’s very quiet and demure and really not at all the sort of woman who you would expect to become a geisha, hired out every day to entertain strange men at parties – and more. I imagine that a Japanese reader would get much more out of the book than I did, although the translation seems faultless with no clunky bits. There are lots of mentions of moths and apparently they signify the non permanence and transient nature of life – according to Google!  I suppose that is what the book is about. There are some lovely descriptions in it, which I always enjoy in any book.

Yasunari Kawabata won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1968, this was one of the three novels cited by the Nobel Committee.

 

 

 

Arbilot Falls, Angus, Scotland

A couple of weeks ago we travelled up to Aberdeenshire to stay there for a few nights, on the way up we stopped off at the tiny village of Arbirlot in Angus to see the waterfall there. We had driven past the sign to this place quite a few times but had never noticed it. I bought a Scottish magazine recently and it had an article on waterfalls which were worth seeing, so as we were more or less going past it we thought we might as well take a look at it. It isn’t massive but it is pretty, and quite noisy. We had thought we might have to walk a mile or so from the village to reach the falls but as soon as we got out of the car we could hear them, as you can see from the photo they are situated right by the bridge into the village.

Arbilot Waterfall , Angus, Scotland

There were a few people already there, a young couple and a family wading further down stream, we didn’t stay there long though as we wanted to get back on the road up to Aberdeen. We had a secondhand bookshop to visit. Annoyingly, when we got there it was shut! We have no luck with that bookshop. However, there was another one in the city and I did well there, so I can’t complain.

Trespasses by Louise Kennedy

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Trespasses by Louise Kennedy was published in 2022 and it was shortlisted for the Women’s Prize for Fiction in 2023. The book begins in 2015 but swiftly moves back in time to Belfast of the 1970s.

Cushla is 24 and a Catholic primary school teacher, but she also helps out as a barmaid in the family pub. That’s where she meets Michael, he’s a 60 year old barrister who is happy to take on any legal cases, be they for Catholics or Protestants, including IRA members. Cushla is immediately attracted to him despite the age difference, religious difference and the fact that he is married.

Cushla is still living at home with her alcoholic mother, her brother Eamonn doesn’t realise how out of control their mother is. He runs the pub and is married with young daughters and he is totally unaware of his sister’s relationship with Michael.

As often happens with teachers of young children Cushla becomes involved with the family of young Davy, one of her pupils. He’s looked down on by the whole class because his mother is a Protestant, and as they live in a Catholic area she can’t hang washing out on the line as the charming neighbours pelt the clean clothes with shit. It means that her children’s clothes have absorbed all the smells of her cooking and mustiness as they take so long to dry indoors. Davy is a poor wee soul, looked down on by his classmates, and particular the nasty school priest, but Cushla befriends the family which only leads to more problems for them.

There’s only going to be one sort of ending to this tale, a sad one, but a very common situation back in those days.

I was a bit trepidacious about reading this book as I’m of an age to remember the beginnings of ‘The Troubles’  in Northern Ireland, and then the common bomb scares which disrupted simple shopping trips for years. Then there were the genuine bombs when we moved close to London in the late 1970s, but this was a good read.

I was puzzled by one thing though. Cushla’s lover’s name is Michael, a Protestant lawyer. As I grew up in the west of Scotland which at that time had a very similar Catholic/Protestant ‘tradition’, names were descriptive things and anyone called Michael would definitely have been a Catholic, so it seemed a strange choice for a Protestant by the author.

Thankfully there have been so many ‘mixed marriages’ over the last few decades that have gone a long way to the demise of that toxic sectarianism, in Scotland anyway.

Mr Mac and Me by Esther Freud – 20 Books of Summer 2024

Mr Mac and Me by Esther Freud was first published in 2014, by Bloomsbury. I had meant to read this book when it first came out, not ten years later. It’s one of my 20 Books of Summer.

It’s well known I think that Charles Rennie Mackintosh and his wife Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh moved from Glasgow to Suffolk when his career in architecture had ground to a halt.  As World War One progressed they got into trouble with the authorities as some of the locals decided that the strange couple with the odd accent (Scottish) must be spies. Esther Freud has woven a story around them, embroidering what had happened to them there and how it impacted on them, as seen through the eyes of Thomas Maggs, a young boy with a damaged foot, something that he has in common with CRM.

Thomas lives on the Suffolk coast, his father is a publican, he’s abusive as a father and husband, and of course he has a drink problem, so Thomas doesn’t have a good relationship with him. When Mackintosh and his wife arrive in the area Thomas is attracted to the couple who show an interest in his own drawings and befriend him.

The Mackintoshes have money problems and Mac can’t even sell his exquisitely painted botanical art, never mind get architecture commissions, to make matters worse there are problems within Margaret’s family so she has to be away in Glasgow at times.

I enjoyed this one although it is tinged with sadness as the war takes its toll of the locals. There’s some lovely writing, descriptions of flowers, scenery and seascapes.  But as you would expect The Glasgow School of Art also features and in the author’s acknowledgements at the end of the book she adds her own ‘heartfelt appreciation of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Service for the skill, courage and determination they showed in overcoming the blaze that raged through the Glasgow School of Art just as this book was going to press.’

Of course fire came back again for a second bite of that building, such a tragedy. The remains, just a shell, are still wrapped in plastic, waiting for some sort of decision. It’s a deeply depressing sight.

 

 

Balvenie Castle, by Dufftown, Moray, Scotland

We were out and about in the far north-east of Scotland for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and one of the many places that we squeezed into those three nights away was a visit to Balvenie Castle near Dufftown. It’s in the middle of nowhere up a quite scary steep and very narrow road, and when we reached the castle it was shut! It doesn’t open on Monday.

Balvenie Castle, by Dufftown, Moray, Scotland, Black Douglas

Anyway, we were undaunted as we were able to step over the fence easily to have a closer look, we kept well away from the back as per instructions, and as we’re Historic Scotland members we weren’t doing them out of any money.

Balvenie Castle, near Dufftown, Moray

We were only there for a few minutes.

Balvenie Castle, near Dufftown, Moray

I took the photo below through the gate, as you can see it has a nice barrel vaulted roof.

Balvenie Castle, near Dufftown, Moray, Scotland

Balvenie Castle was owned by a few prominent Scottish families in the past, including the notorious Black Douglases from 1362 to 1455. It’s a very scenic ruin, unfortunately the photo that I took of the farmland nearby came out too fuzzy to use. As ever, click on the photos if you want to see them enlarged.

Balvenie Castle, near Dufftown, Moray

I’ve just realised that this castle is actually owned by an absent American from Atlanta, Georgia! It is just managed by Historic Environment Scotland.

 

 

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The Hazelbourne Ladies Motorcycle and Flying Club by Helen Simonson – 20 Books of Summer

Hazelbourne Ladies Motorcycle and Flying Club by Helen Simonson  is another of my 20 Books of Summer although it wasn’t on my original list which has had to be amended somewhat. This one was a request from the library.

It begins in 1919 in fictional Hazelbourne-on-Sea in the south of England. It’s a tough time for women as those who have been working during the war are having to give up their jobs so that the returning soldiers can have them. Constance Haverhill finds herself surplus to requirements at her family home as her parents are dead, her brother has inherited the farm and his wife doesn’t want Constance around. The estate where Constance worked during the war have got rid of her which means she is homeless as well as jobless, she’s lucky to have found work as a lady’s companion to an old family friend who is convalescing at a hotel.

The hotel is a popular meeting place for Poppy Wirrall, she’s the daughter of a baronet and during the war she and a group of women had flown aeroplanes from factories to the airfields. Now they can only drive motorbikes, they’ve set up a taxi company for women only, with sidecars for the passengers.

This was a good read. It features lots of the social problems that came with the end of World War 1. The lack of men for women to marry as so many had been killed in the war, the horror of severely damaged men both physically and mentally,  the problem of suddenly having no work for women after they had become used to being wage earners throughout the war years, and then the new laws which favoured the returning soldiers.

That makes it all sound a bit grim but there is some romance and light-heartedness in there too. This is the third book by Simonson that I’ve read, I’ve enjoyed them all, I’ve just had a look at my blogpost of her second book Before the War and I ended it by writing:

Snobbery, racism, prejudice, bitchiness, family strife – all the usual nastiness that goes to make up almost any society of human beings in fact – appear in each of Helen Simonson’s books.

That’s true of this one as well.

 

Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean – 20 Books of Summer

Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean was first published in 2004 and it won the Whitbread Children’s book award that year, also the Carnegie Medal in 2018 for an illustrated edition. This is one of my 20 Books of Summer.

The setting is the St Kilda archipelago in the far north of Scotland, the date is summer 1727. As usual in the summer a boat full of young boys along with three men has sailed to a sea stac so that they can harvest sea birds to help them survive the next winter. They use every part of the birds to help them survive the grim weather to come. It’s a harsh existence, but it’s part of growing up for any young male St Kildan.

During the harvest time they live in a cave and have to bed down on the rough floor which causes them to have sores, if they get infected it’ll be the end of them, oil from the dead sea birds is rubbed into any cuts and grazes to try to avoid infection.

After their harvest season should be over no boat comes to pick them up as arranged. At first they assume that the weather has had something to do with the lack of a boat, but as summer turns to autumn and winter weather arrives they can’t imagine why they have been abandoned. They only have rain water to drink now and their clothes are in rags after having to climb the cliffs daily.

One of the men decides to start to gather any bits of wood which wash up around the sea stac, he hopes to be able to build some sort of raft in the hope that he’ll be able to sail to nearby Boreray to get help.

This book is based on a true story, the author has woven a tale around it, imagining the tensions that would have emerged under the circumstances. It’s a really good read.

 

Gideon Ahoy! by William Mayne – 20 Books of Summer

Gideon Ahoy! by William Mayne was published in 1987. Gideon is a teenager and he’s profoundly deaf, so he doesn’t have much in the way of speech. He seems to be mentally handicapped but he would probably be described as being severely autistic nowadays. The whole household revolves around Gideon who makes a lot of noise which of course he can’t hear. His younger sister Eva gets somewhat neglected because of the situation, not that she minds. There are also two  younger children, called Tansy and Mercury. Their mother has a hard life because she’s more or less a one parent family, the father is in the Merchant Navy and spends most of his time away at sea.

Gideon gets a job working on a canal barge, he’s good at the work and is popular with the people who pay to go on the boat trips, but it’s a mystery what happenes to his pay. He never brings any home although his employer pays him.  Gideon’s confidence rises and the atmosphere in the family begins to improve, although Tansy and Mercury are still a handful, brimful of energy. But it turns out that Gideon’s job is just for the summer and he can’t understand that the barge isn’t used in the cold months.

This is a lovely story with a happy ending, just what I needed really.

Apparently William Mayne was convicted of child abuse and his books have been removed from libraries and possibly even most bookshops but I bought my copy of this book in a secondhand bookshop in Callander, Stirlingshire, and when I bought it the woman said, ah that’s a lovely book. I don’t know if she knew of the history of William Mayne. However it set me thinking. Are some authors ‘too big’ to be cancelled the way some banks or companies are deemed to be too big to be allowed to fail?

I’ve always wondered why Gary Glitter’s records have been cancelled but Michael Jackson’s are still played regularly on the radio and TV.

Likewise William Mayne’s books have been removed from shelves but Alice Munro is still feted despite her husband admitting that he sexually abused her daughter from the age of nine for years, and she blamed her daughter instead of getting rid of her husband, the girl’s step-father.  You can read about it in a Guardian article here.  I find that more shocking.

Alyth, Perth and Kinross, Scotland

A couple of weeks ago we grabbed a blue sky day and drove north up to Perthshire (Perth and Kinross) to do a bit of a road trip to small places that we hadn’t visited before. Such as – Alyth. I believe that’s the old pack bridge in the photo above, nowadays it’s for pedestrians only.

Alyth Burn, Perth and Kinross

It’s a small town, quite historic, first mentioned in the 13th century. The Alyth Burn runs right through the middle which makes it scenic as there are several bridges going across it. Not surprisingly they have been bothered by flooding in the town. I was really chuffed to see some small fish in the burn ranging from about 6 inches to 8 inches. I’m always hanging over bridges to see what is in the water but more often than not there’s nothing to be seen!

Despite it being quite a small place it has even smaller places nearby which don’t even have a shop, or maybe just has one wee shop if they are lucky, so there were quite a lot of people around, so the large war memorial below was the only other photo I took. It’s on the outskirts of Alyth. There were a couple of plant stalls by the side of the road where I was standing to take the photo, small plants such as coleus and pelargoniums for just 50p each, so I chose four plants and put the money in the honesty pot. I should have taken a photo of the stalls, they were nice and colourful.

Alyth, War Memorial, Perth and Kinross

I would definitely go back there some time,  to do a bit more exploring.