At last a walk on the Prom tiddly pom.

My back twinges are easing.  I have been doing some exercises found on Google.  The list made me smile as each seemed to contradict the next.

 -Do NOT cross your legs.
 -Cross your left leg over the right and stretch your spine.  Do not hunch.
 -Slouch forward. etc etc.

Anyroads one must have worked as I have stopped screaming and using bad language every time I get out of a chair.  Or sit on one.  Strangely enough when I am in pain, fortunately a rare occurrence I remember my breathing exercises for being in labour and thinking the breathing into where it hurts.  Now that does work if I remember to do it before I move.  It worked when I was hit by another car and had my ribs damaged a year ago too.

So - another attempt at the walk.

It was cold and windy.  I thought it was starting to rain but the DP said it was spray.  Either way I didnt fancy getting wet - so a shortish walk.

A wind surfer.  Most impressive one.  There was a surfer out there too.  

Not many sea birds.  A Black Headed Gull. (In winter plumage = no black head.  That will come soon as they move into the breeding season.)

Lots of Redshank.  But they move so quickly its nigh impossible to get a group of them on film.

Back home and it was down the shedudio.

Yet more on the drawing board.

Doesnt look like much at the moment!  I paint from photographs.  Photographers are very generous.  I have never been refused to paint from someones photo.  I am eternally grateful.  Obviously the DP would not dare to refuse.  But there are many I have never met and they never say No.  When its finished the label gives full credit to the photographer.  If it gets that far......

I should also explain that I have the photograph on my tablet which enables me to magnify bits of the photo.  The eyes are important.  Get the eyes right and you have the soul. Plus its then watching you so you dont dare get it wrong!

Life in the North East of Scotland.

Just a reminder of what this blog is about!  

Fraserburgh - tis the cold North Sea.  Eat your heart out Cornwall (where I learned to surf).

As this is Fraserburgh.

2010.

The UK Professional Surf Tour is coming to Fraserburgh beach this weekend for Round 4 of the UK Professional Surf Tour. The best professional surfers in the UK will attend to showcase their talents and compete to win the UK Professional Surfing Title. 2010.

Did you take that one in?  Fraserburgh Beach Professional Surf Tour?  Yay!

FRASERBURGH will be hosting the British Kite surfing Association (BKSA) 2009 Wavesmasters event this autumn, with 5 days of competition from the 30 th September to the 4 th October.

Now, did you know  that?  Would you have even thought that Fraserburgh, on the North East, the Hidden Corner, could be doing this?  Well it does.

To be honest, these web sites, from whence I got this info are a wee bit out of date, as I am sure we have had these or similar competitions more recently.  Howsomever.  We have the surf and we have the wind.  We also have the surfers and the Kite Surfers, the top photos were taken by the DP in the last few days, and today when I drove home from the Art Exhibition there were Kite Surfers on and off the beach.

 Meanwhile, back on dry land, ha, in between rain deluges, we have on the plus side, the rainbow.

The Deer.

The Fox.

An hour this morning in the wet, created a tidied bed, planted up with Hemerocallis, (Day Lilies).

Lovely flower arrangement.  (Oriental Poppies, Cranesbill, Chive flowers, Cow Parsley and Alcheamillia Morris (not good at spelling).

And two cats nearer together than normal.  (How weird is this Penny?)

A peaceful evening to you all.

Golf and other sport.

Golf is one of the sports of Scotland.  You cannot go far without seeing a golf course. Or two or sometimes , three.  Even small villages have a golf course on their edge.  Our previous village, Longside, had a golf course.  Now our nearest village, Inverallochy, also has a golf course.  And it would appear from the historians that Cairnbulg also knocked a few balls about.

The above pictures were taken today, at Fraserburgh Golf Course.  This is a Links course, which means it is beside the sea.  When we did bed and breakfast we used to get Germans by the ton wanting to play the Links courses as they had none.  We have loads.


The following extract is from Fraserburgh Past and Present by John Cranna, a former Fraserburgh Harbour Master, and was published in 1914.  


According to Cranna, golf had been played on the Fraserburgh Links from at least the 17th century. He bases this upon the unearthing of a Fraserburgh church record of the admonishing of an individual who broke the Sabbath by playing golf on the Fraserburgh Links in 1613. 
 Golf was not played on the Corbie Hill course until the 1890s. 
 Cranna mentions that Rosehearty golfers also did battle with their Fraserburgh counterparts on the Fraserburgh Links, observing that in every instance Fraserburgh was victorious. 
 However, he makes no such observation concerning the matches against Cairnbulg and Inverallochy golfers whom he terms “no mean players in their day”. It would seem, therefore, that on some of these bygone New Years Days it was the Fraserburgh players who had to pay for the drinks.

“50 or 60 years ago” takes us back to the years from 1854 to 1864 since Cranna had written his book for publication in 1914. While much of the inter-village rivalry between Belgers  (Cairnbulg)* and Cottoners (Inverallochy*) has subsided, it may be considered highly unlikely that in that era any Cairnbulg golfer would be playing on Inverallochy ground and vice versa. Banding together in order to beat the Brochers would have been an entirely different matter. We know that Cairnbulg golfers used to play “wast bye” on the piece of ground which lies inland from the Watch Hut and Harbour. We also know that Inverallochy golfers used to play on ground which is now part of Inverallochy Golf Course. If Cranna is correct, and his book is still regarded as the defining history of Fraserburgh, the most likely scenario may be that of the existence of several golf holes on both Cairnbulg and Inverallochy ground over 150 years ago. 
* my words.
Now I have played golf. And enjoyed it.  But the hysterical laughter and onlookers rolling around on the floor on viewing my swings, rather put me off.  Having said that, I seem to remember I had a pretty decent score at the end.  

And if the golfers peered over the sand dunes today, this is what they would see.

In turn if the kite surfers looked over the dunes they might just see this.