It’s raining again. Roads are in spate, rivers have explored far from their beds. Late summer in Scotland, though not a typical Scottish summer. This, so we are told, is the wettest since records began, whenever that was.
Farmers are trundling around the highways and byways with tractors, trailers, and large pieces of machinery that look like instruments of mass torture with their spikes and blades. Hay bales piled high on transporters spume straw debris in their wake, while roads are almost as muddy as the fields being worked in.
In the garden, plants bravely retaining their blooms have been battered by the wet, but still look cheerful from the windows of the house. Leaves are turning with one or two glimpses of spectacular reds from the car as we travel around.
‘The hob is full of water,’ said husband one morning. I assumed water had been spilt and not mopped up. But, no. I discovered as I made the meal in the evening that rain was finding its way into the downward turned pipe for the hob extractor hood and pouring onto the cooking area. Husband didn’t believe it was possible. But that’s what was happening. Rain that was not only heavy but could curve its way inside. Weird.
While we suffer branches whirling like dervishes, those who stay by the coast have a different experience of storms. There the sea is the focus, awesome in its strength and destructive capability, yet still with a peculiar beauty. And while the gulls battle wind and spray fish and seals have to find sanctuaries beneath the churning waves of their world.
Oh my goodness, that looks terrible. The photos are beautiful, but I’m so glad I’m not there. I would just loathe to have a hob full of water. Hope your weather improves soon.
Today is a beautiful early autumn day. Scotland is a country where we can have the weather of four seasons in one day.
Your photos are beautiful !!
Thank you. I think it has a lot to do with the scenery. The light, too, is quite special down by the coast.
These photos are stunning. I love water but these waters look ominous.
A little further up the coast from where these were taken are the ruins of Fast Castle. It was notorious in centuries gone by as a ‘wreckers’ lair. Ships would be alured by lights to the shore where they would be dashed to pieces on the rocks, and the wreckers would salvage the lucrative cargo.
Thank you. I assume you mean the photos rather than the weather, though the weather on land wasn’t nearly as bad as the sea photos indicate. Weird.
Viewing and knowing about Scotland couldn’t have been better from home.
Thanks for sharing.
Maybe you’ll make it across the pond to visit Scotland one day.
I really hope so 🙂
Thank you. Glad I took my camera that day. Just shows that good photos don’t always need sun and sand.
These pictures are absolutely gorgeous!