The ferry that runs from Kilcreggan to Gourock. She is actually called the M.V. Seabus. You'd think they might have come up with a better name for the poor thing; it's like the Navy having the HMS Warship. The other boats must make fun of her :-(
View towards Gourock from the ferry.
Hobbit-style shot of my cube (taken through the back door - you can see the reflection of the hill behind it).
Sandshoes, wellies and Cookie Monster bag.
Sheep with lamb.
Feet with a view. I tried waving my feet in the water, but it was very, very cold. Mind you, we'd had a film-maker guy along on the Tuesday night who seemed to be actually thrashing his feet around in it so that they could record the sounds...
More Hobbit-cubes.
Tiny red-sailed boat sailing on Loch Long.
Another sheep and lamb - there were loads of them wandering around the site.
Clouds in a blue sky.
Feet on a lamp (don't look at the socks, Morag ;-) I thought at first that I had this kind of white plastic stool/table thing, then realised it had a cable and plug. And it was actually a fantastic cube-like lamp!
4 comments:
aahrgh, odd socks!
It's wrong I tells ya, just *wrong*!
Lovely snaps. What were you doing in the cube?
I love the ones where you can't tell if you're inside looking out or outside looking in. Perhaps that's a poet's perspective? Just watch out you don't turn into a hobbit, though, with all that underground living. I'm told that hairy feet is one of the symptons - are the odd socks covering up something even odder? ;-)
Morag: Nonsense! It's all the rage these days :-)
Lisa: I was off trying to write poems, aided and abetted by Polly Clark, as part of the Fielding Programme.
Mhitheag: Don't say that! I had a terrible nightmare a while back about having feet like a Hobbit - perhaps it was a premonition after all!!!! ;-)
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