30th April 2016

Fortrose and Rosemarkie

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The weather was so nice this morning I thought I would start my series of day trips with a walk around Fortrose and Rosemarkie. The usual camera kit was joined by the repaired Ilford Sprite 35 and a Adox Polo. The latter has some internal damage to an internal element which I somehow missed but might produce some interesting effects, a bit of a gamble but I won't know until the film is developed.

I start my walk at the harbour and make my way towards the Fortrose Cathedral. A family is gathering seaweed on the shore and the amount of people traversing the narrow side streets is a surprise. The smell of cut grass and the sounds of a group playing bowls is interlaced with that dull sound of a foot striking a ball as a father and son play football beside the secondary school. As I skirt the edges of the local golf course I slow as two gentlemen get ready to tee off. The ball came expectantly bouncing towards my feet, into the rough. 'This is only me teeing off, this does not bode well', his voice was full of fun and was obviously enjoying the company, weather and the game. 'I saw nothing' I said with a smile.

The parking area and surrounding area of Chanonry Point has recently been updated and it looks far better for it. A very busy place as people gather to spot dolphins with a mind bending display of optics. I stood for a while and watched the bow wave from the large ship that was passing but on this occasion I never saw one. I did stand beside some seriously large focal length lenses attached to high end cameras with my little plastic Ilford Sprite 35. Several quizzical looks and I could feel myself grinning, time to move on.

Out of the wind now and the light is coming and going and I decide to visit the Fairy glen. I hadn't visited this spot since I visited either with Morag or Alistair several years ago. A good walk and lots of friendly faces but the real reason was the taste of salt, the smell of the sea was much needed.

*note: photographs from both 35mm cameras will appear below once developed.

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