We were up early today to try to catch up with some of yesterday’s shots that we lost due to what appeared to be a mass walk out by the clouds who decided to descend to ground level for the rest of the day and pee all over us. We really need lenses with windscreen wipers for this shoot. Seen below a puddle from previous downpourings otherwise known as Loch Ba.
There’s 6.52 million trillion gallons of fresh water on the planet and it seems like most of it was falling on Glen Coe and Rannock Moor yesterday.
Today was grey and heavy rain amusingly interspersed with drizzle . Rannock moor is bleak but strangely beautiful with many lochs and small islands. Lochs that reflect the sky one minute but as you approach, look black with dark depths. On the way there we passed three people with headphones and metal detectors on the outskirts of a village which really made me want to bury bits of metal with “Get a Life” written on them.
Music is important when you spend as much time travelling as we do.
Band of the day on the car stereo is a great Scottish outfit who play sort of house or hip hop Gaelic jigs, called Peatbog Faeries.
Glencoe and the surrounding landscape though is simply stupendous. The mountains look dangerous and hard. The sort that would tell you to p*** off if you tried to climb them. This looks like a Peter Jackson movie. You expect to see pterodactyls circling around their peaks. Seen below through the rain splattered car windscreen:
I am writing this on the 31st October which is my son, Django’s 17th birthday but also Halloween, so it seemed somehow right that we were at Glencoe, the sight of a massacre or murder under trust, by troops commanded by Campbell on the MacDonald villagers of Glencoe in 1692. What made this even more horrific is the fact that the troops were offered accommodation and hospitality for a couple of weeks before by the villagers and then they turned on their hosts and slaughtered them. Many tried to escape up into the snow covered hills and some of those that escaped died from exposure. Now that’s a Halloween story and far more horrific than any John Carpenter interpretation. Who needs Hollywood when we have stories like this right on our doorstep?
And on that harrowing note I bid you goodnight. If I had a broadsword I would put it within grabbing distance of my pillow ,but I only have a Swiss army knife and that will just look stupid and leave an embarrassing mark on my cheek when I fall asleep on it.