Menochter - a Menory Lane ramble...

All this scanning photos sure does bring on the nostalgia!

It also highlights how accustomed one has become to digital visuals.  The prints, as previously remarked, do not necessarily hold true.  Lots of things affect.  Film brand, age of the stock, the standard of printing, method of storing, climate.... 

The forms within the images still carry the memories and it is this which is held important.

As a serious, albeit amateur, photographer though, it is also interesting to me to see how I framed things 10, 20, 30 years before; where was my eye drawn and how did I choose to capture it?  When it comes to roaming the countryside, I am inclined to draw the conclusion I held it in as much esteem and awe as I do now.  

Regulars will have seen some of recent offerings - difficult to avoid as am almost constantly posting them these days!  Here now are photos taken approximately 30 years ago.  I was using the Minolta SLR.

It was a holiday in the North West of Scotland around Achnahaird and Lochinver.  

The beach at Achnahaird is highly variable, as it is subject to wide (and fast!) tidal sweep.
It is remote (about an hour's drive from Ullapool).  The air is as crisp as any refrigerator.

Rocks are monumental.









It can be treacherous underfoot when it is wet - good solid walking boots advised!
























A very popular activity in the Bonny Land is 'monro bagging'... serious hill walking over tops above 3000 feet. As to how many such summits there are has been a matter of debate over the years. The Walk Highlands site rather diplomatically states "there are currently 282 monros..."   Despite rheumatoid arthritis I have bagged six monros.  Most of the time however I like to gaze upon them.

One of my most favourite mountains in the whole world though (and that is quite a claim) has to be Suilven.  It may not be grown up enough to earn its monro status, but it sure imposes itself upon the landscape. (Technically, its classification is a 'graham'.)

The first picture here was taken from Achnahaird, looking back over to Ben More Coigach.
























Then hauntingly beautiful Suilven (sula 'gannet' bheinn 'mountain').





.......wonder if I'll get back there now I am back in country.....



2 comments:

  1. Achnahaird. Suilven. Heaven!
    I once took Hamish the Westie up Suilven - his longest and steepest ever walk. Those wee paws were sore the next day.
    Cheers, Gail.

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  2. Thank you for sharing those beautiful photographs. I love to see pictures of that area of Scotland as some of my ancestors came from Invernessshire...my great-grandfather was actually christened on the Isle of Skye as was one of his sisters. I think perhaps my g.g.grandfather was a shepherd.
    I sincerely hope you will get back there one day.

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