Hebridean Rendezvous

juli - august 2022
Travels to the very North West of Britain to the Isle of Lewis to discover white sand beaches against a turquoise sea. A great location for landscape photography and possibly for astrophotography too. Will there be midges? Let's find out ... Læs mere
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  • Dag 13

    Small Roads and a Lighthouse

    28. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Continuing my journey northwards to Durness, where I have no idea what's there but it seems a handy kind of place to head for, I thought I'd show you the kinds of roads I'm driving. Apologies if you've been to the Highlands and know exactly what they're like, but if you haven't then photo 1 of this footprint is a pretty good example.

    As you can see, the road is not much more than the width of a car so there's no overtaking and two vehicles travelling in opposing directions cannot pass. To allow for this there are frequent passing places which are marked very clearly by a white sign on a pole with the words PASSING PLACE on it. Logical or what? Well, you would think so but every now and then there are drivers that do not know how to drive these sorts of roads. The trick is to keep an eye out for traffic coming towards you and much like in Iceland, the first person to the stretch of roads claims it. So, if you are approaching a passing place and the car coming towards you has passed theirs then you stop and wait. Also, if someone comes up behind you that can travel faster than you, then you use a passing place to let them overtake. Simples!

    Generally this works well and you very quickly adapt to the tradition that as you pass at a passing place and no matter which of you gives way, then you politely wave at each other. I'm pretty certain originally it was the driver given priority that waved in thanks but nowadays everyone waves at everyone and this does make the drive feel very sociable, even though it clearly can't be because deep down you hope you're not the one that needs to stop. Even if you don't see the point in waving, in the end you give in and conform to the herd and suddenly find yourself mortally offended if a driver gives way and doesn't wave when you do. The French have never been known to say thank you for anything and yet here they wave politely and even raise a smile occasionally and yes, even the Germans, who know nothing of smiling, achtung (sorry, I meant actually) wave too.

    There were a few times when this all didn't work however. Occasionally you get a driver who is clearly not thinking and doesn't notice that you passed your passing place ages ago, then blindly carries on and you end up with a Mexican standoff. There's no way you can reverse because the passing place is too far away and yet the driver whose nose is against yours, so to speak, cannot work out that the solution is to reverse not much more than two or three car lengths. You just stand your ground and wait for the penny to drop, or you have to attempt to squeeze by and not be the car that ends up in a ditch.

    The worst standoff I encountered was with some motorcyclists. I was easily most of the way to the passing place where they could stop but they simply continued on and stopped in front of my van expecting me to reverse quite a distance. I stood my ground and this did not even phase them as they started to try to squeeze by, but there really wasn't any room due to the size of my door mirrors. The lead biker simply tried to grab my mirror and retract it so our exchange of words was not exactly friendly. I then retracted my mirrors (they are electric) and they passed by saying thank you with a 'V' sign. There's no need for this and it is about time some motorcyclists realised the world doesn't have to revolve around them. Generally the bikers are very polite, as are the drivers, but one of the problems with bikers is they tends to move in packs so they create a convoy, which doesn't really work on these small roads with just car sized passing places. In one convoy I counted nine motorbikes which is the equivalent of a very long bus. This is a recognised problem on the NC500 so it's not just me having a rant. Okay, it is.

    As I was driving along I noticed a sign to the Stoer lighthouse and yes, that is the same Stoer and the Old Man of Stoer, the famous sea stack popular with climbers and which is actually nowhere near the lighthouse. In fact, if you want to see the Old Man you have to park up and undertake quite a walk to get to it because no road leads to it. Yes, I did know this before you comment!

    On the way to the lighthouse I saw the bird in photo 2 which is so clear and of such a quality that you will recognise it instantly. It could have been a Sea Eagle, but the again it might not have been. It was definitely a bird that caught prey though and I'd like to think it was an eagle, but then I like to think I see humpback whales too.

    Eventually, after a longer drive than I expected, I reached the lighthouse where there is nothing there except a lighthouse. I enjoyed the view and was pleased I made the journey but it didn't really compare to the Butt of Lewis. That was much more spectacular.

    Moving on, the last photo shows the view to the west where you can just make out some land with clouds over it and that is the Isle of Lewis. I wonder if it has a nice butt.
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  • Dag 13

    Dumbeg Viewpoint

    28. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    My next stop was at Dumbeg which is just a small village with a shop, a hotel and a viewpoint. I parked at the viewpoint so I could push the boat out and look at the view. I didn't expect to be here as long as I stayed, which was well over an hour and a half I think.

    I parked up and admired the view and read the plaque, as you can as I've included it here so I hope you are able to read it, but if you can't at least you can tell I'm not making all this up and it's not all that interesting anyway - how silly. Anyway, I decided the view was worth a panorama, a bit like photo 2 but better, and so I went to get my camera and tripod to do the deed.

    When I returned to my chosen spot there was an Irish girl standing there and this is why I spent so much time there, plus I also went to the café and candle shop for a coffee and candle ... yes. I purchased a candle and I'm still working out why - probably because this late in the day they had no cake.

    Before taking my panorama I spent ages talking to the unnamed Irish girl and her Dad, with whom she was travelling in a small motorhome. That was so lovely just chatting about allsorts and everything - about her university studies and the holiday with her Dad, who joined us and offered me Turkish coffee, though I respectfully declined. We compared each other's vehicles and really enjoyed our chance meeting and it's strange; that you meet people while you are travelling that you will most likely never meet again. But these meetings are highlights actually.
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  • Dag 13

    There Were Billions of ... Midges

    28. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Having really spent too long in Dumbeg it was now time to find somewhere to stop for the night. At first this seemed somewhat tricky but in the end I found a small patch of level ground by a Passing Place and I'm sure that not a single vehicle went by all night because it was so quiet. It was also a very dark location and had it not been July and had the sky being crystal clear, I would have been rewarded with a stunning night sky. It was almost clear, but not quite. (Remember - it never gets truly dark up here at this time of year)

    The view to my left was stunning as the daylight faded and it cried out for a panorama photograph. I knew there would be midges because of the time of day, but also because of the peaty, heathery ground in which those biting critters live and breed. I therefore donned my fleece so as not to expose my arms, and broke out the head net to keep them away from my face. Unfortunately, I forgot the gloves.

    I walked away from the van to a suitable spot and in no time their midge radar spotted I was there and what I experienced was like nothing I had even remotely experienced before. Of course there weren't billions of them, but there were many thousands which formed a cloud around my head. Then I noticed they were crawling all over me - on my covered arms and then, shock horror, all over my hands which were now almost black with the writhing mass. I quickly brushed them off and cursed I had forgotten my gloves, completed the panorama photo as quickly as I could and headed back to safety. I only hope I have something to show for this! When I finally got back to the van I was amazed my hands suffered only two bites each. I could hardly believe that.

    Getting into the van was a real problem - how do you get into it without also being joined by a thousand midges? The trick, as I discovered when I was camping on Skye a while back, is to go and stand quite a way from your accommodations and let them gather. You then rush to the tent/van and get in as fast as you can because it is easy to outrun them. Even so, I still had to spend ages clapping my hands inside the van to get rid of them: they fly slowly so you can clap your hands and squash them and I must have killed at least hundred or so.

    Later, the sky cleared somewhat and although the sun was in completely the wrong direction relative to where I was, there was a sunset potentially worth photographing. This meant another midge walk but this time it was the full monte. Once again there was an absolute cloud of midges and although I never got a phone photo, I did get some sunset shots with one featuring the van so I processed that from the big camera and include it here as the last photo of the set.

    Photo 6 is of my pet spider which I knew lived in the driver door mirror because I pretty much always have to wipe away the web when I drive the van. I have no idea how long it has lived in there but clearly it had journeyed up here with me because those webs keep being produced. Tonight the spider was gathering up midges like there was no tomorrow because the web was plastered with them. I wonder how long that spider will live in the door mirror, but I also wonder what happens if it lays eggs and mini spiders are created. Will I be safe from the attack of the spawny eyed spiders? Yeah, probably.

    So that was the end of another day. I spent that last throws of it updating this blog and then it was time for bed and just one last look at the view out of the window at about 00:30.

    I actually got to bed at 3am because something appeared which I never ever expected and yes, I did photograph it.
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  • Dag 14

    Noctilucent Clouds

    29. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    As far as I was concerned it was sleep time, but when I looked out from the van I discovered a wonderful display of noctilucent clouds shining on the northern horizon. Wow!

    I can fully understand it if at this point you are completely lost, having no idea what a noctilucent cloud is and the reason this might be the case is you don't get to see them that often. Even if you do they are 'just' clouds - so what?

    Noctilucent clouds are the very highest clouds that form in the Earth's atmosphere and are made up if ice crystals, forming only over the north and south polar regions. This is why they are not visible unless conditions are right and tonight they clearly were.

    They are visible to those in the latitudes of the UK and northwards and can only be seen sometime after dusk and again before dawn when the sun is far enough below the horizon that its light reflects from the clouds and makes them shine. They also only become visible at particular times of the year due to the Sun's alignment in relation to Earth. Usually they are seen as white, wispy clouds on the northern horizon (because they are over the North Pole) and tonight they shined so brightly with a display of colour which is extremely rare ... and I not only saw them but I photographed them too.

    The first two photos in this footprint were taken using my Canon camera and the second two, amazingly, using my phone. Unsurprisingly, the 'proper' camera has made a better job of recording the event and exactly how it looked. The phone, however, has captured the event but they haven't brought out as much of the subtle colour.

    I was so excited to see this display, given I'm clearly easily pleased, and even though it was 3am and now getting light I just couldn't have gone to sleep without making the most of this. It was magical. The increasing light of dawn now meant they would be disappear from view, so now it really was time to sleep.
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  • Dag 14

    Travelling to Scourie

    29. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    My journey continues north and after a late night last night and a bit of a lie in, I decided to skip breakfast then find a café for brunch. I had a café stop in mind too, which was recommended to me my by a friend who did the NC500 last year: The Rock Stop Café and Exhibition Centre, just south of the Kylesku bridge. It wasn't all that far from my overnight stop and in no time I found it, parked the van and headed for the entrance only to be greeted with what you see in photo 2: closed! Photo 1, by the way, is the view across the loch from the picnic tables there, but what is going one here? I still cannot really understand why so many places are closed, so I scurried away and headed for the village of Kylesku to see if I could find something there and fortunately I did. I was able to get a snack and coffee and from the window where I was sitting I grabbed photo 3 as a fishing boat headed up the loch.

    Quite often along this route there are laybys of various sizes with the larger ones having information boards. These might tell you of the geology, as I have already mentioned, or they explain some aspect of history or a historical event, so it was on a whim that I pulled into the one I was passing at the top of the hill having driven over Kylesku bridge. Photo 4 is the view from there and the information board described hot the rocks of this while region, the Assynt, are some of the oldest on our planet, dating back at least 3000 million years. That is a very long time indeed and demonstrates how clever and intelligent we humans are such that we take only a couple of hundred years or so to virtually ruin all that effort. Not all that clever or intelligent are we.

    Anyway, whist taking photo 4 I could see two women cycling up that endless hill and when they also stopped in the layby we chatted for a while. Their mission was to cycle the NC500 which is an impressive aim. They were supported by the younger person's husband who drove the route carrying supplies, accessories and clothes etc and generally looking after the admin side of things. They seemed worn out and yet they still had twenty miles to go to their overnight stop. That was certainly impressive determination.

    Photo 5 is an example of one of the many small lochs I saw today, all shining a lovely blue in the fine weather, which made for a relaxing and pleasant drive towards Scourie, which unfortunately sounds like a sexually transmitted disease. Consider this: "Okk the noo, I had a wee blast oot on the toon last nicht and met this pretty lassie, but ah have t-eh admit I got me a bad case of scourie." Alright, I admit that's a bit unfair but I'm absolutely sure I overheard someone ask for a scourie pad whilst doing the washing up ... or maybe I heard wrong.

    My first experience of the scourie - oops, I'll start again. When I first arrived at Scourie I decided to ask the locals if there were any girls available for a night on the town. Oh no I've messed up again, so let me start a new paragraph.

    Upon arriving at Scourie the first thing you see is a sign to the beach so I decided to go and take a look and headed to explore a second beach area, rather than the obvious one with a couple of families doing what families do on beaches. To get to it you have to walk around the outside of the graveyard full of scourie infected bodies, past the bloke with the dodgy dog dragging its hind legs along like you might pull a plough (clearly suffering from canine scourie) then around the corner to a small beach of pebbles and rocks. It is then I understood why those families, all two of them, were on the first beach blessed with almost white sand, only slightly tarnished by the affects of scourie. However, after scrambling over the rocks I discovered something that made the effort worthwhile.

    What I found you can see in the last two footprint photos - a reasonably sized and relatively deep rockpool containing crabs (no comment), small fish and a whole array of plant life. To me it looked as though every aspect of coastal sea life was represented here and the water was crystal clear too.

    The tide was rising rapidly and I decide to spend half-an-hour relaxing and watching as each wave made its way closer and closer to the pool, it became a guessing game as to which wave would actually be the first to actually make it into the pool. Yes, I realise that sounds about as boring as it gets but I was mesmerised and for your delight, the video in this footprint lets you experience a little of that. Yawn ... I think the Scottish air is getting to me or failing that, perhaps a mild case of the scourie.

    As I strolled back to the car, feeling a bit itchy, I noticed that on the other side of the beach was a campsite which would provide an opportunity for a shower and to sort out the van for water etc. It was only £13 all -in so that is where I stopped for the night. Food came from the fish & chip van just up the road.

    With a late start today I've not done a huge amount but tomorrow I should make it to Durness, given it isn't all that far, where another white sand beach awaits, so they say.
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  • Dag 15

    Travelling to Durness

    30. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    The campsite where I stayed in Scourie was really nice and it was busy too because this is clearly a popular location for NC500 travellers. The sign said 'Full' when I arrived but there were still one or two spaces left for those who don't require electricity, which I don't of course. Once again the overnight fee was really cheap and yet still included free showers (they were lovely and warm too) and there was even a place to eat. I therefore quickly settled in, filled my water container, emptied the loo and waste water bottle and then showered.

    It was luxury that there was also a café-bar on site but when I went to get food I was told they were so busy they were no longer accepting orders, whether or not you wanted to sit down or food to take out, which was a bit of a blow. All was not lost though, because they directed me to a fish & chip van just down the road where I was able to buy my rations and take them back to the van and they were very tasty it has to be said. My vision had been it would be a roving van which travels around to different villages each evening, but in fact it was fixed and never moved and it was really busy too. Popular place indeed even with the risk of scourie. (Sorry, I'll stop this)

    My view this morning was not quite so spectacular but a good location nevertheless and soon I was on my way to Durness, stopping very now and then to see if it was worth using the Canon camera (photo 3 - what do you reckon?) and at one point taking a detour to the most northerly north-west fishing port of Kinlochbervie, which was very similar to where I stayed on Day 11 at Lochinver, but not nearly as pretty which is saying something! (Photos 4, 5 and 6)

    Though I mentioned it in Lochinver, I never showed you the building where the fish are unloaded from the trawlers then processed and loaded onto lorries, so photos 5 and 6 show the handling depot here which is pretty much identical to the one I saw a few days ago. Once again then, this is a major fishing hub with a lot of the fish landed here actually caught along Scotland's north-east coast. As in Lochinver, the fish handling depot is a starting point for refrigerated lorries to take huge quantities of fish to Europe and again I am left to wonder how Brexit might change the importance of this place and others like it. I couldn't stop myself comparing all this the to the whaling industry in older times, when those whaling ships caught and killed so many whales it almost wiped them out. I think it's the size of those handling depots that made me think this and the shear volume of fish that are processed. It is mind boggling - for my mind at least.

    In photo 6 you can see my van parked opposite the depot. There's one lorry here where clearly the company were stuck for ideas when choosing their trading name: the Kinlochbervie Fishselling Co. Who would ever have thought of that? The Quay House, on the other hand, isn't a house at all but a rather nice coffee shop and, shock horror again, it was open and busy too.

    Having treated myself to a cheese toastie and a coffee, I then drove back along my detour to the main road heading north, passing though a village called Badcall on the way. I'll resist the temptation to comment on this as I'm sure Scourie had enough of a beating yesterday and being silly about it's choice of name is undoubtedly a bad call today.

    The final stretch of the journey to Durness continues to delight with great views of mountains and lochs. I realise it's yet another photo of my van, but I quite like that shot which places my van within the wilderness of Scotland. That's what this trip has been about really and I must say it's doing a whole world of good.

    The first photo of this footprint is of the beach at Durness and yes, there is white sand there as you can see. I spent quite some time here taking photos and strolling along the beach and a good length of time talking to a student about his journey, his studies at university and his concerns for finding work and what he should do with his life. That was a pretty deep conversation to be had standing in a graveyard next to the ruins of a church on a sunny evening near a white sand beach. We chatted for ages and at the end he shook my hand and thanked me for my time and we wished each other good fortune on our travels now and in the future. Wow!

    Durness: for me this was a little disappointing if I'm honest. It's a popular stop because it marks the turning point from the north coast road to head south, if your doing the NC500 anti-clockwise, or east if travelling clockwise. Like me, many were using it as a pivot point, but there isn't a huge amount here - not for me at least. There are guest houses and B&B, a hotel I think, a petrol station and a shop/post office. There are campsites too and all were genuinely full but more worrying for me was that all the wild stopover locations were also full and for the first time this trip I wondered where I would stay for the night.

    When it comes to finding a place to park overnight you must learn to be patient because, especially in Scotland, eventually there will be somewhere and this was true this evening. I headed south, past Smoo Cave and in the direction I'm heading tomorrow, so that was okay. After a few miles I found my remote location and claimed my spot with a view, which you can see in the final photo from today. Yes it was midge infested, but I spend a lovely quiet night here with the windows shut!
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  • Dag 16

    I Begin the Journey South

    31. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Today was the first of the travel days on my way south and eventually home, but when I opened my curtain and peeked out this morning the thought of leaving all this actually left me feeling a little sad. This last section of my trip, from Ullapool and along the north-west coast has been wonderful, leaving me relaxed and well submerged into the van life. The fact that I am pretty much self-sufficient and can choose when and where I go has been invigorating and I've found that for as long as I can remember I can at last sit quietly and simply enjoy the world around me, without a burning desire to get up and do something after less than five minutes with my head filled with tasks that need doing, the crappy BBC News stories, thoughts of work and my whole situation in life. This has been a real release for me.

    Just me, my van and my camera gear. Nothing …. nothing else was important.

    My day therefore began with a walk through the heather on such a beautiful morning with the sun bathing my skin with warmth and light as I walked up the hill from where my van was parked. There had been something of a sunset last night but with the midges hungry for a meal and the fact it was completely obscured by the hill upon which I was know walking, no photos were taken.

    I decided to walk up that hill (a bit like Kate Bush, but slower) to see if I had I done that last night and braved the midges, perhaps I would have got that elusive sunset photo, but the answer is No! This is because this was one of those hills where when you get to the ridge, all you find is another further on, so after an hour I gave up and headed back. I did have my camera though and took photos of heather, which is very unlike me, and my van within the landscape, which you must have learned my now is very like me.

    The rest of the photos here were taken at various stops along the way as I travelled vaguely towards Inverness and my overnight stop. Some of my stops were longer than others if I felt there was a photographic opportunity, but fundamentally this was a traveling day covering around 120 miles from my overnight stop to just south of Inverness. This isn't a huge distance of course, but with frequent stops and a late start that is probably enough to aim for.

    I was sad to leave such a beautiful part of Scotland with the weather being so favourable and I really didn't want to come home. I really didn't.
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  • Dag 16

    Thank You Forestry Scotland

    31. juli 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Once again the App on my phone helped me choose this location for my last night in Scotland - a small Forestry Scotland car park where the signage clearly sets out the rules for campervans to stay the night free of charge, but no caravans are allowed simply because there isn't room for them.

    I was pretty much the last one to arrive, with five of us there overnight - two motorhomes and three campervans of a similar size to mine. Once again, there are no facilities here so you need to be self-sufficient and, as in all places you stop, make sure you leave no trace that you have been there.

    I was rewarded with a sunset tonight. which was nice, and on my way to the road to photograph it I noticed that of the vans parked here, I was the only British representative. Switzerland, France and Germany were here so this was a truly European gathering, though no socialising because everyone stayed in their vans.

    On the way back to my van, having photographed the sunset, I took the last photo here which does make my van look very small compared to those motorhomes and that is exactly why I went for a Ford Transit Custom to be converted. It isn't much bigger on road space that my estate car so works well on all those single track roads. Motorhomes do have more room in them of course, but are so cumbersome in comparison and some of the really big ones, I feel, should not be on single track roads at all. They are definitely not for me.

    Tomorrow I cross the border back to England with a much longer drive tomorrow. I'm heading for the same National Trust car park alongside Ullswater where I started this trip more than two weeks ago. I thought that will round things off quite nicely.
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  • Dag 17

    Completing a Circle

    1. august 2022, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    As I mentioned yesterday, today would be a much longer drive so when I looked outside first thing I was pleased the weather looked good with lovey blue sky - photo 2.

    There aren't many photos today because it really is a just a driving day plus, as I travelled further south, the views were simply not as inspiring. Don't get me wrong, there were some stunning views at times but I really needed to get the miles done to get to Ullswater, then I discovered later in the day that it was actually important I kept to the plan due to an unexpected stop that needed to be made tomorrow. So why was this?

    I had joined the M74 that runs down through Glasgow on the way to the M6 and was cruising at around 60mph when all of a sudden there was the sound of rushing wind. My immediate thought was that the pop-top roof had come away from its fixings and when I stopped at the next junction to check, having reduced speed in the meantime, I discovered I was correct. Not only had it popped, but I could not get the latches to sit correctly or even remain tightly locked.

    At first I was concerned for the rest of the journey, but I managed to bodge things so the latches were safely fixed but there was still a problem with them that needed rather more than the roll of bin bags I used to make sure they wouldn't snap open again. I won't bore you with the details, but that roll of bin bags worked a treat so the plan, therefore, was to continue to Ullswater and deal with this tomorrow when I would be passing Stoke-on-Trent, which is where my van was converted into a campervan. With luck I will be able to call in for a quick repair.

    The further I travelled south the more grey the skies became and then came the occasional shower, then full on torrential rain at times. There was even fog at times, though more likely it was low cloud so"Welcome to England", I thought and was surprised because whenever I've gone to Scotland before and then returned, I've left the rain behind me and have been welcomed to my home country with sunshine. But, as I'm sure you know, variety is the spice of life.
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  • Dag 18

    The End of a Wonderful Road Trip

    2. august 2022, England ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    The lead photo today was actually taken as I arrived at Ullswater and not far from the car park for my overnight stop. I'm not sure you can see that it is raining but it was and I don't think it stopped raining all night. It was heavy at times too, and still raining as I ate breakfast, though by the time arrived home it was dry and 24C.

    A first task today was to make a phone call to arrange for me to stop off in Stoke-on-Trent for a quick van repair, which was fine. So after a leisurely start I headed back to the M6 to continue my journey towards home. The weather had brightened as I left so it was a dry ride back and after about an hour and a half in Stoke, the roof latches were fixed and I continued on my way.

    So that's it then, the end of what has been a wonderfully surprising and enjoyable adventure. It was enjoyable for many reasons which I hope you've spotted when reading my ramblings and it was so nice to meet up with the mariners as they progressed around the UK on their own adventures. What was surprising about this trip was just how much this changed my mood and how it provided ideal conditions for a cloud of calmness to descend over me. That is not something you can buy.

    I will reflect more on this over the coming days and may well post an extra footprint to summarise this trip as a whole and to post a selection of photos from my big camera, but they need processing before I do this so be patient.

    As always, I hope to return from a photography trip like this with a small collection of photographs I can add to my portfolio and which are hopefully good enough to enter into photographic competitions. It would be nice if I could have ten, so that is my aim.

    Thank you for following my journey over the last 18 days or so, which seems no time at all for me, and I hope you have enjoyed seeing my photos and the journal I've created, because I realise I've written quite a bit at times. If you have enjoyed it and if it's brought a smile to your face at times, then that is all I could hope for. Speaking for myself, the travel blogs on here provide a vivid memory of my adventures which I can look back on for many years to come, assuming Find Penguins keeps going of course.

    So maybe I'll see you on the next trip, wherever that might be, but don't forget to check back at some point to see what will hopefully be the ten best camera photos of this trip. Coo, exciting or what?
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