|Posted on February 2, 2016 at 11:00 AM|
I haven't posted anything for ages on here, but feel in the mood for a bit of a rant.
Reason for the rant is the proposal to transfer oil ship to ship in the Moray Firth. When you start reading the speed at which this stuff gets pumped in comparison to the seconds it takes to shut it all down, it's not difficult to understand why so many people who care about this wonderful area are getting so upset.
If these transfers take place within the confines of a harbour, then at least there's some chance of doing just exactly that, "confining" it. But no, they want to risk the safety and indeed lives of our wonderful bottlenose dolphins, our seals and all the other deightful wildlife that makes this area so special.
The start of 2016 seems to have been full of doom and gloom, but I am glad to say that the usual rubbish about it being the worst winter for 50 years blah blah, have been proved wrong. Whatever happens now, we have had little snow. Sadly many areas have been badly affected by flooding, but up here we've been relatively lucky.,
On a lighter note, I've had a couple of short stories published recently, and indeed the most recent one got mentioned on the front page of People's Friend, so more than happy with that.
The best thing that's happened in the last few months, is undoubtedly the visit from my brother with his wife Glenda. My new sister in law. She is lovely. The boy done good.
Holding court at Findhorn Bay
Big brother. So good to see ya.
ONe of the highlights of my brother's trip was a trip that ended in Plockton, after an overnight stop at Glenelg in a log cabin. The Glenelg Inn, doesn't disappoint, a wonderful setting and good food. Restaurant was very busy and yet it is literally in the middle of nowhere. Plockton of course is ever beautiful and we picked a perfect day to end up there after the obligatory Eilean Donan...
He does so love Eilean Donan. Too many tourists for me!! Beautiful setting but the interior has been drastically altered which kinda kills the historic angle.
The shores of Loch Maree.
Uncle with three of his four nieces at Findochty
Quiet evening at Glenelg
We had the perfect day at Plockton. Such a beautiful place, even if half the houses are second homes.
Sadly all this seems like a distant memory, but at least we made the memories. And boy were we lucky with the weather. Haste ye back.
Now looking forward to Sprintime and some sunshine. If only peace and stability could come with it for the world. So many haunted faces, so many questions. Refugees fleeing for a better life, others intent on destroying it. Why?