Monday, November 27, 2006

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I always fancied having a blog entry entitled Untitled, dear reader. I now feel terribly nineteenth century.

Although we're losing Autumn to Winter, there is still some green to be seen.



Mortonhall, slightly hidden by some evergreens, a birch and some strange plant with red stems, the name of which escapes me. I do love the colours, but, as I might have said here before, I hate people who claim that Autumn is their favourite season, "...because of all the lovely colours." I hate people who always look for something positive when all seems negative. I'm not a pesimist, but a realist. I hate fantasists. Perhaps that's a bit strong. I love fantasy. I just hate, I suppose, the glass half full, not empty brigade. They need to get a grip, get real. And I need to stop this rant.



Look! A squirrel! A grey one, not a red, sadly. You have to go up North to see those.



Meg thinks she's a budgie. She loves to perch on the fallen down tree.



Mary's very proud of her immense tongue. I'd love a tongue that size. The things I'd do with it just boggles my tiny mind. I'd never leave the house.

Phyllis took these photographs yesterday whilst walking mes filles.



When I was a wee lad, I was obsessed with the story of the Forth Rail Bridge and its constant painting. I would beg teacher to tell us all about it time and time again. I never thought I'd live near it. It's like winning the lottery.

This photograph was taken, also yesterday, at South Queensferry.



The Forth Road Bridge was opened by The Queen a few years back. It's already falling down whereas the Rail Bridge, which, at one hundred and sixteen years of age, is far older, is still going strong. I have to laugh to myself when I think of this. I don't think many people will be laughing, though, when all the deaths are announced. Let's hope, dear reader, that it happens in the night when as few people as possible are using it.



I noticed this sign, yesterday, in South Queensferry for the very first time. I had no idea what a bleaching green was and had to have it explained to me. All to do with the manufacture of cloth, dear reader.



The sign is at the bottom of this rather lovely clock tower. I've no idea how old the tower itself is, but it only became a clock tower in 1887 when the timepieces were installed to celebrate Queen Victoria's Golden Anniversary.

Tesla Girls.



How, dear reader, I ask you, do you suppose that this vile 1960s monstrosity was allowed to be built next to the clock tower in South Queensferry?



We walked around the harbour wall after a trip up the high street. Another view of the Rail Bridge.



In the other direction an unshven Minge is found with two bitches.



Now, today, dear reader, Phyllis and I went to the beach at Cramond. Just away into the Firth of Forth is an island, Cramond Island, which can only be reached at low tide. Well, it could also be reached at high tide, too, I suppose, but one would need a boat.



Here, dear reader, before Cramond Island, we see shaven Minge.



This is the first and, i think, only building one will find on the island. Shamefully, yobs have written all over it.



The city of Edinburgh can be seen from the island. I can pick out The Castle, Arthur's Seat and Salisbury Crags. Can you?



Looking back towards Cramond from Cramond Island. The sun was in our eyes. And, thankfully, the tide was still out.



Phyllis lobs with the bunger (and then breaks the bunger). This was primarily done to clean off the dogs' legs. The lobbing, not the breaking.



Sadly, this did not work so a proper leg washing exercise took place on our return home. Look at Minge in rubber gloves. How gay.

15 comments:

Moncrief Speaks said...

I love all these photos. The one with the phone booth could be nowhere else but in Britain -- not just because of the phone booth but also because of everything around it, including the 1960s building!

Old Cheeser said...

I hope you didn't use the rubber gloves for anything non-domestic. They do make you look very Stepford Wives.

And I agree, truly lovely photos. The bridge ones are amazing. Again making me wish I was closer to nature ...

Anonymous said...

You live in a wonderful place, Minge. There are lovely parts down here, but nothing like Scotland.

Anonymous said...

If you had a tongue like that, I'd never leave your house either.

The other fact about the Forth Bridge - indeed, any long bridge - is it proves the earth isn't flat. The distance between the high points is larger than between the low points, so the cables need to be longer. If engineers didn't take this into account the bridge would lean inward - and fall into the sea.

BTW, can you post a picture of your tongue, for comparison?

Brian said...

And I would like to ask you NOT to post a picture of your tongue. I don't ask much of my blog reading. No pictures of doggie doo, no pictures of flagrantly flaunted tongues. Yes, I am a party pooper.

Brian said...

And as for the glass half empty/full brigade, I have a friend who used to say, "Some people see the glass as half empty, others see it as half full...I just wanna know where I can get a fucking glass!"

Lex Ham Rand said...

Wonderful pictures and post!

Anonymous said...

[Makes note: No tongues with Brian.]

Anonymous said...

A wonderful post indeed. Meg and Mary are lovely. Are they almost too intelligent? I have an odd feeling that Mary might be able to tell my fortune.

Anonymous said...

Great pictures! Your girls look so beautiful and healthy too. :)

Anonymous said...

I do love the Fall and it's colours! But I am not a half full person for myself; Little Miss Pessimist and Realist through and through.
I like the Fall because I get to start wearing sweaters and layers to be cozy and not hot and sweaty (pardon...glowy...girl and all) and when the rain isn't bucketing the leaves are very pretty.

Minge said...

Moncrief, I know exactly what you're saying. I like the obviously British, even, sadly, when it's bad.

Cheeser, no, the marigolds are only used for cleaning purposes.

Dan, double entendre?

Kapitano - you always educate. Always.

And Brian, what's wrong with a bit of tongue?

Thanks, Rand.

Anjou, Mary can tell fortunes. She has the gift. Ask. Go on.

Thanks, Novelist. They are quite healthy just now, though, to be frank, smelly. They both had a little cooked carrot last night. Never a sensible idea. Don't know why I did it. Poo!

Colours are good, JAG - but you get great colours in Spring and Summer, too. Autumn people, those who claim it's their favourite season are just trying to be overtly positive and it's vile.

RIC said...

Wonderful photos! You live in a marvellous place indeed! But then again, so I thought of Scotland long before this blogging adventure...
Thanks a lot!

Anonymous said...

Other seasons do get pretty colours but it's the burnt oranges and red's of Fall that really catch me. I am not over positive since I find spring a bit depressing as I know I'll have to expose my pale self and soon be overly hot (and not in a good way!) in the summer.

Aaron said...

great pics, doll!