There was an Old Man of Dunluce, Who went out to sea on a goose: When he’d gone out a mile, He observ’d with a smile, “It is time to return to Dunluce.” Edward Lear, More Nonsense, Pictures, Rhymes, Botany, Etc. (1872), limerick 12
According to this article, 21 billion edges were predicted for Scotland’s 2017 midge season. I reckon that a fair number of them, like me, opted for a trip to Ireland that summer, boosting the already thriving local population.
Those pesky creatures turned these peaceful spots into pure torture, at dawn and dusk respectively.
On my Not To Do list: do not venture here again without a midge net and repellent.
Balvaird Castle has seen better days, but it’s quite a photogenic wee spot. It’s not far from Auchtermuchty, but luckily also close to Glenfarg, which most people find a lot easier to pronounce;)
Not my first time here, probably not my last.
Ice along the way, but the walk up to the Castello di Rocca Calascio in the early morning twilight was warming enough.
A piece of broken wall that seemed to be waving across to the distant mountains.
Crepuscular photographer at work.
The sky on the other side.