Friday, 30 September 2011

Sunrise, Indian Summer and Stars.

A small fishing boat.
St Combs is a small fishing village a few miles away from our house. It is immediately southwest of Inverallochy. Which is our nearest by the sea village. St.Combs has existed since at least the 17th century. It takes its name from a church to St Colm or Columba that used to exist in the area.
The Dawn Patroller went to St Combs this morning. Before dawn.
I should point out that even though the sun is not up it is still light here, later in the evening and earlier in the morning than further south and in England.
It takes a while to get used to being able to trot off to the loo in the middle of the night and not walk into the wall. Or anything else. However, come Winter, it is dark. And I do mean dark. That is when I bounce off the door jamb.
But for now. Here comes the sun. (Hum along with the Beatles.) At St. Combs.

The one below is that - wait for it - moment. Magic.
Another beautiful warm summery day. The seasons seem to be standing on their heads. Even here in the North East of Scotland plants are asking themselves, ey up ?, and flowering, when they have never done before at this time of year.

Last night, I am still not sure why, I went outside - when it was dark - and looked up. After falling down the step with my mouth open I got the Dawn Patroller to take this picture of the heavens above.
Isn't life amazing?

1 comment:

Making it vintage said...

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