Bring on the champers...
Ronald
The blog has been resurrected so you can follow Dr Ron as he travels through parts of the land of the rising sun...I hope you enjoy the pics!
Bring on the champers...
Ronald
This pic is taken from near my Gaelic teacher's house in Kelvindale.
In the 50s and 60s, when large numbers of Highlanders and Islanders moved to Glasgow, usually for work, they would gather beneath this bridge on Sunday afternoons off to meet. The bridge provided shelter from the elements, hence the nickname!
I'm often here at this time of the year, and the Christmas stuff usually comes out just as I'm leaving, around the third week of October.
I think I'll listen to Chrissie tunes on the iPod just to get into the spirit...
"Once in Royal Glasgow City,
Stood a lowly shopping mall.
There consumers hunterring and gathring'
Feel the Yuletide shopping spirit call.
Raising business profit margins,
All rejoice in Christmas Bargains"
Always busy, shopping is a national sport in Scotland, and an extreme one at that in Glasgow.
Glasgow is one of my all time favourite cities. One local described it as 'an open air asylum' - not that I agree, but it gives you an idea of the wonderful sense of the sense of humour...
The Aurelius Ensemble performed (free!) Schoenberg's Pierrot Lunaire.
Just incredible...
This is set up in the original birthplace of the amazing Scottish scientist, James Clerk Maxwell, whose discoveries affect everyone today. Your mobile phone is possible because of this amazing man's intellect.
He was born in this house in 1831, in this picture where I'm standing in Edinburgh, and left there when he was two years old.
His work covered kinetic theory of gases, discovery of how electromagnetism worked, the modern process of colour photography - you name it!
He was one of those people who really changed the world. Einstein recognised him as one of the greatest scientists of all time.
You can see the foundation website at www.clerkmaxwellfoundation.org
Amazing!
Here are two native puddings: Crumbelius Appelus and Cranachan.
Both are prized delicacies and are highly sought after by locals and visitors alike.
These two trophies were quickly demolished.
With the Australian dollar at the moment, it's great value.
I bought a stack of viola music, needless to say...
If you don't know what that is, google it - it's worthwhile knowing.
The name arises because the window overlooks a small street area that was an open boxing ring, where anyone could box for prizes. The three judges would then, well, judge which boxer would win.
I'm not boxing at the moment, just raising an elbow!
Today is no different...
(Sung to big Ben..)
"Archie, Archie;
Archie, Archie.
Archie, Archie;
Archie, Archie."
We share a few minutes together discussing origins and travelling - Robin is originally from Ayreshire, like Rabbie - and we took time out from the neighbouring protests against poverty and the evangelists approaching strangers with the Word.
It reminds me of the Irish saying 'Dithis giorrad rathaid' - two shorten the road.
Very interesting way to pass some time on an absolutely gorgeous Scottish autumn day...
This is Oban Harbour today. October in Scotland can be FANTASTIC - and here is proof.
It's the last day of the Gaelic Festival - The Royal National Mod - and there is an amazing party atmosphere here today....
We're very lucky.
As days grow older,
And nights grow colder,
The sunset still appears, so they say.
Until the next day, when the sun will rise,
In the Eastern skies,
Blinding driver's eyes,
Until the sunrise starts another day,
And another sunset's on the way.
It's about 50 minutes ferry ride from Oban, and a beautiful place - just so amazingly pretty.
It's quite weird being here after seeing name as I grew up...
This afternoon's sun has been amazing, with the sun beams..
Roddy, the Stornoway Gazette photographer, has been covering Mods for many years, and always has the challenge of finding new ways to photograph events, that have been pretty well happenning like clockwork every year for, well, a hundred years.
He does a great job, as you can see him here lining up the Laxdale Ladies Choir from Lewis for a pic.
I just hope the tide doesn't come in...
Steven here, is outside of the main theatre preparing to sing. When this pic was taken, the competition had just started, and he was the last on.
However, he did well and went onto win.
Go Steven!
I subsequently met Gillebride's parents, Ann and Neil, and have stayed with them on and off on many occasions over the years, and have been instrumental in my Gaelic learning .
Gillebride's village of Milton was the birthplace of Flora MacDonald of Bonnie Prince Charlie fame, and is in an area of strong Gaelic in South Uist. I hope to catch up with his parent's at the Mod.
Gillebride is a Gaelic and Geography teacher who lives in Spain, and is part of the generation of teachers who. now teach via the Internet and phone.
She tells me that Lucky Oceans on the living planet on the ABC at http://www.abc.net.au/rn/dailyplanet/stories/2009/2688697.htm is playing some of her CDs at the moment.
You can find out more about Fiona at www.fionamackenzie.org
However, I walked out of the competition hall to see this sight. It's just beautiful.
The song is in Gaelic, and you just stand up in front if the judges, and without accompaniment, sing! It's quite nerve racking, and I really don't know why I do it! In addition, I've woken up with a nasty cold and am feeling totally exhausted...what luck...
Oh well, I'd better get up and go...
I overheard four older women chatting in the main street about it. From their conversation, you could tell that they were locals, and they were very positive about what was happenning in their town this week.
However, it's obviously too much for some, as I overheard one teenager saying "there's too many people here. " I took the above photo almost immediately afterwards to remind myself what constitutes 'busy' in Oban.
I've always liked Oban, both as a place, and as an ideal place for a Mod. All the venues are close together and it has a real community feeling. You get lots of Islanders - always a great thing - as the ferries come from the islands straight into Oban.
Here's a picture the of An t-Eilean Muile, which is the Gaelic name of the ferry to the Isle of Mull. It means, perhaps not surprisingly, the Isle of Mull.... This is the ferry that everyone gets when they visit Iona.
However, watching the ferry come into the harbour is a magnificent site, as I hope you can appreciate.
This pic is not great, but you can get an idea...