Biking from Dundee to Perth

We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.

It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.

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Goofing Off At Go Ape Aberfoyle

Ahahaha. This is still super funny after an afternoon of editing and a night of fitful sleeping. Sorry for not including a write-up when I first posted this, I was too busy slugging off to bed with a faucet for a nose, a head full of cotton and limbs creaking in protest… Jeez I sound like a scarecrow left in the rain!

This video was totally worth the push though. I might have constantly laughed myself into coughing fits, and the resulting soft berating from my partner, but this was definitely worth it.

They say laughter is healthy and I’m feeling better already! So whether you’re ill or healthy, active or taking a break, I hope you find this video as funny as I do and it helps brighten your day!!!!! Enjoy! Continue reading “Goofing Off At Go Ape Aberfoyle”

Visiting Tharsis Mine (’cause rainbows)

I peered into the water, edging closer to study the colours. A deep, dark blue bled into purple, which blended into a blood-red that faded into a vibrant yellow at my feet. It was strangely reminiscent of Microsoft Powerpoint gradient images. Around me a wall of stone was slowly crumbling into the rainbow lake at its heart. A mossy green crept around the fragmented stones. I shook my head. It’s strange to know that biology is not the source of this vibrant scene. Continue reading “Visiting Tharsis Mine (’cause rainbows)”

Dreaming at Loch Ordie, Scotland

Ben Venue had me swimming up the mountain but Loch Ordie was happy to bathe me in sunshine! It was a precious time for photography and I was enthralled by the textures of the landscape—from the jagged shadows resting on the trees to the glass lochs to the flowers peeping up from the rubble.

Feast your eyes dear reader, on some of the simple wonders I found while wandering around Loch Ordie with the Tayside Young Walkers.

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Climbing Ben Venue, Scotland

The land slurped up my boots with each step. Squish. Squish. Squelch. A bizarre thought whipped through my mind—the soggy ground was french-kissing my feet. And it was doing a terrible job.

I shuddered, shooing the idea away. It was my first adventure into a bog and I wasn’t about to let my imagination construct a weird relationship between us. The rain coated me in a shimmering shield, not that the sun was out to give it a shine. Why was I climbing this mountain again?

Oh yeah. For the warm company, the stories and the small surprises. Continue reading “Climbing Ben Venue, Scotland”

Tips: Meeting People At A New Place

Below me Dundee sprawled. Its shops and tenements coursed down the hill to the waterfront like a stagnant lava flow. The bustling noise of over 147,800 residents wafted across the city—a symphony of lively urban sounds. I tried to pick out familiar sounds, like a music fan trying to pinpoint their favourite cellist or violinist in the parade of melodies. Was there a soccer match over the hill? A cultural dance through the alley? The chatter of a book club in the corner of this cafe? Where could I squeeze in, in this city? Continue reading “Tips: Meeting People At A New Place”

Robbie Burns Supper: January 26th

The undertone that at first seemed misplaced began to fit together. As steady as stone it became a foundation beneath the flittering wind-tossed butterfly that was the overtone. The combination became a fascinating tune. It translated well from the air into toes tapping against the firm floor. There was a sole player in an empty room, warming up before the main event. Even alone he stood tall: his bagpipes nestled in his arms, his fingers fluttering across the chanter and his foot tapping out a steady beat. Continue reading “Robbie Burns Supper: January 26th”