Balmoral
Balmoral Castle.
Balmoral Castle.
8 hours awake. Tired or normal rhythm?
Everlong in lounge version at breakfast. Tomorrow Descendents’ Coffee Mug?
Review note: full English with sausage, egg, tomato, and mushroom; skipped the white beans.
We drive to Kenmore on Loch Tay. We look for the footpath, find it, lose it again, and find it again. Rest briefly at a lakeside beach, then return along the top. No shortage of wild hyacinths. Cappuccino in Kenmore.
Bve back to Aberfeldy via Castle Menzies (rebuilt castle, only viewed from the outside).
Into the village. Via Birks of Aberfeldy along the river (Scotland’s most famous poet Robert Burns wandered here) through the village and the imposing Wade’s Bridge, where on a huge rock stands the Black Watch memorial (soldiers wrongly accused of desertion were executed in 1743). In the grass, people lie stretched out in the sun. It is 22 degrees, which is bloody hot here.
Lunch at the Aberfeldy Watermill (review note: fine lunch), next to the best bookshop from around (says more about the perimeter than ábout the bookshop). A man parks his quad in the same alley where I am waiting. He proudly explains that his dog is a sheepdog. But we have one of those at home. The dog patiently sits on the back of the quad as the man goes shopping.
We stroll through the village awhile, but then it’s enough.
Camera status: I left the battery out all night, but still, some buttons don’t work. This raises more doubt. Did I actually bring my battery charger (it should be in the back of the car)?
Not a single European employee works in the service and kitchen on this boat. And we are all so against immigration. The ship employs almost only Asians, Thai, and Filipinos. White people are served by non-white people.
I shoot into review mode: I think 10 euros is a lot for 1 MB of data via satellite. The alternative is bad ferry wifi for 5 euros an hour. Is this 2024? Or am I really that spoiled?
We go along the coast towards Aberfeldy, up to Edinburgh. We pass Edinburgh along the highway and leave it behind. This time, the only significant city we’ll visit on the trip is Glasgow.
Idea: a week, month, year, total frugal life. Minimal food, no alcohol, greasiness, other blandness.
What will you miss?
I should throw those work-related apps off my phone.
I am read Kevin Kelly‘s Advice.
My photo camera (Sony A7Rii) is broken: several buttons no longer respond. That’s nice. We haven’t sailed a meter yet. F10 or P is all I can still choose. The pictures look okay; I’ll check everything later.
In the Columbus Lounge one plays, what do you want, lounge music. We drink a beer with our legs on the windowsill. The ship doesn’t seem too full.
Slowly, clouds from the sea penetrate the land, covering the harbor in a light fog. A little later, it begins to rain.
Someone enters the toilet. Burping loudly. Lets out a thunderous fart. I turn to wash my hands. A man is peeing with his member in one hand, and with the other hand, he is scrolling through his phone, which he holds close to his face.
I notice this conversation next to me (in Dutch): “Links is woke en half Nederland stemt PVV. Dat vind ik zo slecht. Dat is echt dom. Dat is echt dom wat links heeft gedaan, zij moet echt die arbeiders erbij pakken, die lage inkomens. Links weet gewoon niet hoe ze campagne moeten voeren. Arme mensen zouden links moeten stemmen maar die stemmen allemaal PVV, dat is toch dom?”
(Straightforward translation: “The left is woke and half the Netherlands is voting PVV. I think that’s so bad. That’s really stupid. That’s really stupid what the left has done, they really need to get those workers involved, those low incomes. The left just doesn’t know how to campaign. Poor people should vote left but they all vote PVV, that’s stupid, isn’t it?”)
Flora on the ferry to Newcastle.
A very enjoyable book: Excellent Advice for Living. The advice applies to photographers, too.
To move through a place you may not be permitted, act like you belong there.
Don’t create things to make money; make money so you can create things. The reward for good work is more work.
Ignore what others may be thinking of you because they aren’t thinking of you.
I still ended up liking the black-and-white images of Money & The Man and Magnetic Spacemen better.
Developed today. Friday seen. I saw lovely bands at the Slachthuis in Haarlem: Money & the Man and Magnetic Spacemen. Both very energetic and good.
Selecting the best landscape photo from a collection of ten for an exhibition suddenly becomes a challenging task.
I selected the sunset photo from Carters Beach. While it might seem clichéd, I barely adjusted any settings – the image captured exactly what was there: the evening light, the cloudy sky, and the red car. Perhaps I’m becoming a photographic purist?
De tuintjes is de duinen, de duinlandjes, bij Egmond aan Zee staan onder water. En goed ook.