Pass the mashed flipper

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.

Stormy sea and rocks

Stormy sea and rocks

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.

The spray fills the air

The spray fills the air

The sea finds it way everywhere

The sea finds it way everywhere

Rough and calm

Rough and calm

The sea takes and it brings...shells, rubbish and seaweed.

The sea takes and it brings…shells, rubbish and seaweed.

Reflections

A sheen of water on the sand reflects waves and a suddenly blue sky.

 

 

 

 

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About jingsandthings

I am me. What do I like? Colour Shapes Textures Paintings, photographs, sculptures, woven tapestries, wonderful materials. The love of materials probably comes from my father who was a textile buyer, and I grew up hearing the names of mills and manufacturers which sounded magical and enticing. Glass in all its soft and vibrant colours and flowing shapes, even sixties glass which makes its own proud statement. A book I can immerse myself in. Meals with family or friends with lots of chat and laughter (and probably a bottle or two of wine). The occasional trip abroad to experience the sights, sounds, food, conversation, quality of light and warmth of other countries. To revel in differences and be amazed by similarities. I like to create and to experience, to try and to achieve. And then there are words – read, heard, written at my keyboard, or scrawled on sticky notes, or along the edges of dog-eared supermarket receipts excavated from the unexplored nooks of my handbag. What do I dislike? Cold Snow Bad design Fast food Condescension
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14 Responses to Pass the mashed flipper

  1. adinparadise says:

    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.

  2. Rita Kay says:

    Your photos are beautiful !!

  3. mamacormier says:

    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.

  4. Viewing and knowing about Scotland couldn’t have been better from home.
    Thanks for sharing.
    🙂

  5. These pictures are absolutely gorgeous!

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