oh my, bute

following a fantastic week of work in congleton, uk, the lads from the office drove me up to manchester airport on friday afternoon and i headed up to glasgow for a weekend with my photography master friend and keeper of all knowledge of scottish history, patrick. patrick, another internet friend for the past several years, has been a constant source of inspiration with his amazing photographs of the wild and beautiful places in scotland. known by his rap name, pMo; he met me outside the concourse in glasgow, holding a beautifully crafted placard with the “AH”, amazing hip, symbol clearly displayed.
with a head full of cold, i did my best to be witty and chatty, but generally just let pMo fill me in on all things scotland (which, of course, i could listen to for days on end). after a week of the english accent, i was surprised to see just how much i enjoyed the scottish accent over the british one. so much richer, not as nasally and with the rolling of the r’s and glottal stops, it just seemed less forced and more comfortable to listen to. anyway, on the agenda for the evening was a quick stroll around paisley, then a quick train into downtown glasgow and dinner at a nice italian restaurant. the walk around paisley introduced me to the fine architecture of the abbey and the town hall, beautiful pieces of stonework and just calling to be photographed.
the plan for saturday was to hop the train from paisley down to wemyss bay, take the ferry over to rothsey and cycle around the isle of bute. we were on the train by 10am and the weather looked like it might be challenging. it was a right dreich day, with a steady smirr (yeah, i’m showin’ off). by the time we hit wemyss bay, though, the cloud had cleared away and the warm sun was out in full force. in rothesy, we saddle up and headed off on our trek around the island. the route wound around the southern tip of the island, through some beautiful forest, up a wee hill called mount stewart and past the home where stella mccartney was wed and then down into the bay town of kingarth. from there, we broke off the main road and headed toward st. blaine’s, a church/monastery/village that dates back to the 700′s. at the end of the road, we hiked up the hill to the beautifully treed plateau on the hilltop where the ruins were. it was absolutely gorgeous. the wind was blowing through the numerous hardwoods and creating a quite serene, yet mystical feeling to the place. we wandered around the grounds while patrick told me stories about the history behind the place. after a short visit, we were back on the bikes and reconnected with the main road.
from here, we headed down to scalpsie beach (correct me if i’m wrong, pMo) where i introduced pMo to the joys of stinger honey gels and he returned the favor by warning me not to touch the dead jellyfish on the beach (get it, both can sting? haha…i kill myself). anyway, we spent quite a while down at the beach, shooting the shore and annoying the seals trying to sunbathe. a little while spent there and then it was back on the bikes to head to one of pMo’s most famous photography locations; the shipwreck at kildavanan. we wandered the beach, shot the wreck and then took a break for some ice cream. the wind started picking up a bit and the temperature dropped a bit. we hopped back on the bikes before we got too much of a chill and headed on our way back to rothsey.
we took another quick detour to explore some standing stones and a couple beautifully weathered trees and then stopped at a church missing it’s roof where we wandered the graveyard and the grounds, shooting the ruins and remains of history. the ride back into rothsey was quick from that point and we made the ferry just before she left and then made the train just before departure in wemyss bay. our timing was perfect! it was a long day, but filled with great history lessons, lots of goofy jokes and splendid time spent with one of my favorite photographers and amateur adventurers.
sunday morning gave us a chance to do something a little more low key so we headed back into glasgow to visit the kelvinhall museum, recently re-opened, and then browse pMo’s old stomping grounds, the university of glasgow. we wandered around, smirr attempting to soak us and shot a few photos here and there and then headed back into paisley where it was time to say goodbye. i promised i wouldn’t give out the secrets of how beautiful and exciting scotland was, because pMo doesn’t want it crawling with american tourists wearing shorts and flip-flops, but God help me, i can’t stop myself. pMo was the genuine deal when it comes to hosting a tourist like myself. he hooked me up with all the cool, relevant history and took me on an adventure that hooked me on the beautiful and wild places of scotland and you can’t beat a holiday like that. thanks pMo, you’re a real friend and a fair dinkum scotsman.

9 thoughts on “oh my, bute

  1. god, i’m so far behind, i’m never gonna catch up!! this damn WORK keeps getting in the way of reading blogs!!!!
    are you home? welcome back!

  2. Amazing picture of the church, with the shadow aligned inside!
    how did you do the map thing? did you have a wee device with you, or just draw it later?
    I had lots of fun. I will let you return to my land :P

  3. I seem to remember the mentioning of another photo that hasn’t made it on this lovely blog post…

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