Scottish skies

Have you ever wondered why skies look different in different countries?

Even though it is the same canopy enveloping the world?

I have always had an obsession about blue skies and cloud formation. This translates into a passion for taking pictures of the blue yonder where ever I am.

Enjoy this photoblog people . . .

Evening cotton clouds over city bypass to Edinburgh

A Windy cloudy day - Isle of Skye

A good day over Edinburgh Castle

Blue on blue - River Ness, Inverness

Loch Ness - Urquhart Castle ruins

Reflections of Eilean Donan Castle

(my favourite pic)

Gloom and doom of Fort William

On the A8 to ?

Forth Road Bridge on the Firth of Forth

(Get it? If not ask Dollah)

Lunch view in a St Andrews restaurant

Silhouette of Ruins under St Andrew skies

The Renowned Carnoustie Golf Links

The real thing - The painting

Another Golf Links

An English...oops, I mean a Scottish country rose garden

Coastal Portobello, Edinburgh - 2200 Hrs

Summer in Bonny Scotland

What do you call six weeks of rain
in Fort William? . . . the summer holidays.

Well that was exactly our holiday experience this summer in Scotland.

Of course I brought all the wrong clothes; too many short-sleeved tops and no raincoat. Thank goodness for layering and my Lafuma fleece jacket that I threw in at the last moment. My trusty brolly was of no use against the gale force winds forecasted by the friendly weatherman.



Despite the wet and gloomy weather, the drive from Edinburgh to Fort William and then on to Broadford in the Isle of Skye was a journey of discovery of Lochs lined up end to end. Western Scotland simply oozes tranquility and calm.













Every fifteen to thirty miles (yes they've not gone metric), a village creeps up and just as quickly vanishes before your eyes. Obscure as they may be, each village is the hub of a variety of activities like hiking, fishing, canoeing, yachting, biking (mountain or racing) as well as hearty dining, pubs and of course B & B's.

In a lightheaded moment, I found myself singing strains of "I'll take the high road and you'll take the low road. . . tra la. . . on the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond", a song I learnt from my days at Light Street Convent in Penang. I dare say kids these days are hardly exposed to this genre of song anymore.

Summer is the time to let your hair down and delve into hobbies big time.The convoys of big bikes, small bikes, swanky vintage cars and Lotus sports cars whizzing along the country roads prove that the British have a penchant for their wheels.