Wednesday, 31 January 2024

Farmer's winter holiday

 


Chûn Quiot



Newlyn


Carn Euny


Near the Gurnard's Head pub


Penzance


Porthleven, after a storm


Flushing Farmer's Market, on a Saturday morning


Newlyn



St Michael's Mount


Sheds above Betsy's Cove


Cudden Point





Tuesday, 9 January 2024

Winter regimes

 Every morning. Rain or shine.  The Herdwicks need their breakfast.  They stand and wait for the sound of the quad bike at the gate. 







Friday, 5 January 2024

The New Year


The weather after New Year enabled me to get the drone in the air.  Firstly over Calgary Beach, looking at the sands again and how they have shifted in the storms.  

Then over Haunn, the bird's eye view reaches to Calgary and over to Ardnamurchan. 








 

Thursday, 28 December 2023

Dun Aisgain

This is a lovely walk just over the hill from Treshnish.  Look for Dun Aisgain on the OS Map, near Burg. 






 

Moving sheep and feeding sheep


The young stock over on the rented fields at Ensay have to come back to Treshnish for a few days at the end of the grazing agreement each year, so Farmer has to entice them up to the Ensay farm yard where he has erected a corral of flakes and gates to lead them in to, so he can load them into the trailer and bring them home.   It is a bit of a palaver but he has a good system.   On this occasion they seemed to know where they were going and were not following the bag (in his hand!). 











 

Saturday, 23 December 2023

December day skies

These extraordinary clouds are Nacreous clouds.  They are formed in the lower stratosphere over polar regions - so very unusual here, so far south.  A bit like Noctiulcent clouds the clouds are illuminated by the sun which is just below the horizon.  The colour is formed by the sun hitting the ice particles in the very cold clouds, which can be between 70,000 and 100,000 feet above sea level. 

The word Nacre comes from an old English word meaning Mother of Pearl.

What a treat to see this.  I stood and watched the colours change before my eyes, until the lower clouds obscured it completely.