Not quite Inveraray
Jan. 5th, 2009 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningI spent New Year with my friends over on the west coast; 150 miles by road (and only 84 miles as the crow flies!). The drive over was glorious: from Edinburgh as far as Furnace, I had stunning weather. There was frost on the trees beside the M8; there was ice on the sea loch Fyne. I stopped at Loch Fyne Oyster Bar, but they were too busy to feed me (this was probably a good thing; it isn’t as if I hadn’t eaten or drunk enough over the holiday), so I had a baked potato at the garden shop next door. I am somewhat overdosing on baked potatoes at the moment: they just seem to hit the mark with the cold weather.
I make this trip several times a year, and every time I do, I look at the old bridge at the head of Loch Shira (an inlet of Loch Fyne just outside Inveraray) and think, I really must photograph that one day. I thought it again as I sped past, so I did a u-turn and parked a couple of hundred yards before the bridge. The light was glorious, but actually photographing the bridge was difficult: it was hard to get a suitable view, the shore of the loch being fenced off.
I make this trip several times a year, and every time I do, I look at the old bridge at the head of Loch Shira (an inlet of Loch Fyne just outside Inveraray) and think, I really must photograph that one day. I thought it again as I sped past, so I did a u-turn and parked a couple of hundred yards before the bridge. The light was glorious, but actually photographing the bridge was difficult: it was hard to get a suitable view, the shore of the loch being fenced off.
