Port Mulgrave is a fascinating place for its industrial heritage and wealth of fossils. The collection of makeshift beach huts supposedly all belong to local fishermen who use the bay to harvest the sea for crabs and lobsters.
This Minolta Rokkor 55 f/1.7 is my favourite prime lens. It's even older than me, made back in the day when autofocus was still a generation away. But now, thanks to the Techart Pro adapter, it can automatically focus precisely to the reflection of my eye in a dusty mirror.
I love them. They're just soooo ... cute. Nothing bad should ever be said about bumble bees. If someone argued a proof for the existence of God, they could just say to me, "bumble bees", and I'd roll over.
A long weekend in the Outer Hebrides taking in the islands of Eriskay, South Uist, Benbecula, North Uist and Berneray, staying in one of the UK's remotest bothies at Uisinis, and the Gatliff Trust hostels at either end of the Uists.
These are a few of the photos I've taken mostly during various work parties over the last 2 and a bit years so as to document what we're doing at the Lowther Hills Ski Club.
Sunshine and lollipops, rainbows and lemon drops ... well, sunshine at least, and great snow in the Moffat and Tweedsmuir Hills. A wee tour on beautiful snow from Megget to Cramalt Craig, and I was a pussy cat lapping up the sunshine on milder slopes w…