Saturday, June 02, 2012


Sunday 27th May 2012, was not a day to be hidden away indoors. We travelled to the West side of Scotland's coast. Temperatures a bit higher than where we live, had been forecast. No siree, we were not going to miss this wonderful day. It was hovering around 39 degrees centigrade inside the car, a signal that the air conditioning was needed. That does not happen very often. I plastered my exposed body bits with factor 20 cream before we left home and reapplied the cream a few times more during the day.

 I am loathe to expose this place of beauty, in case hordes of people descend upon it. However, being that am a community minded person, I will share it. The small car park with its sign to the beach had one or two spaces left. On the short path to the beach, we passed fields with Ewes and their lambs.

At a heat of 26C who needs a really big woolly coat. The lamb, with a lightweight covering was doing fine. I marvel how close to sand and sea we, and all these other creatures, live. The grass was lush and good for the livestock to munch. 

At the bridging point of meadow and shoreline, a dog was going potty, trying to retrieve stones that were thrown for it to retrieve from the relatively shallow water.

I don't think the dog's people had realised how frustrated the dog would become, trying and failing to get a stone. Every time he put his head down, he got huge mouthfuls of water. The dog was not going to be easily commanded to 'come back' without succeeding  the challenge set.

I watched for a bit. The water was very clear, coloured by peat. There was a fascinating underwater scape and I noticed an upright plant. You might see it.

 Just across the bridge and round the grassy dune was this:

 It was not just the brightness of the sunlight that glowed. The beach had its own spitting golden lights, aided by nature, (and the mica schist in the stone).

 "Not all that glisters is gold", comes to mind. I once found a small brown stone in a pool near the Balmoral Estate, it was 'coated' in mica schist, when it dried off, the stone was not so attractive. I experimented with applying a little clear nail varnish. I brushed on another two coats of varnish to the little stone. It has glittered away ever since, and for me, makes an evocative paperweight.

 A couple of tourists stood at edge of the entry to the beach, clicked away with their cameras, then wandered away.

 Other people arrived, obviously having the same idea as us and they stayed.

A beach party was developing. 

From a cluster of rocks that descended into the sea, another sandy cove could be seen in the distance.

 This place is so beautiful, and I felt very privileged to savour its treasures.

The boat was being expertly manoeuvered over and through the surf, and the young lad in it, who was kitted out in a life jacket, was obviously revelling in the ride. The boat was taking a wide circle to return and start all over again.

 There are many rocky outcrops along the coast, with their definitive upthrust signature. It is vital that seamanship is respectful of them. In this case, the knowledge would be from experience and local knowledge.

 ...And finally;

Playtime for all ages, and people grabbing wholeheartedly the chance to relax. There was no doubt here, there were a number of happy feet!


Flighty said...

I like the post title! It sure looks, and sounds, like a perfect day out and one which I know I'd enjoy. I'm sure that you like a few more like it. Flighty xx

Jenny said...

What a lovely day. Keith and I keep promising ourselves that we will visit Scotland, but when we do, we will be careful to tread carefully and not to behave like hordes. ;)

ZACL said...

Hello Mr F,

You are so right, I would love more days like that one.

It is a lovely place even when not so warm, then, though, you would take a brisk walk, rather than wind down and chill out, as the saying goes!


ZACL said...

You and Keith sound like just the perfect visitors-to-be, Jennyta.

The memory of the day is very fresh, and we were sharing the experience with friends tonight, (chatting) at a local street fayre.

keiko amano said...


It's just so gorgeous! I love those beautiful stones and sand. I'm glad such place still exists on this planet!
Also, I was surprised that Scotland could get to 39 C.

ZACL said...

Hello Keiko,

This part of Scotland, on that day, did not get to 39deg C. That was the temperature inside the car. Outside the car, and on the beach depicted, the warmth level reached 26deg C. That's pretty high for us. One place, another 15 miles or so further west, reached a temperature of 28deg C on that day.

Like you, I would be very surprised to hear we had experienced a heat wave as high as 39 deg C, even for 5 minutes!

The stones and rocks are fascinating, and, geologically, tell their own story. The cove and it's beach is one of a number of really lovely places. This one, on the very few occasions I have visited is always a delight. It is not always possible to sit still and enjoy warmth as there can often be brisk winds with a sharp edginess, keeping temperatures suppressed.