More blue skies, but limited time, so thought I’d take a short trip along the coast to Cove.
Bluebells being out in force at this time of the year add a splash of colour to an already quite pleasant vista
Round the corner, swallows (or swifts / house martins?) are zooming around enjoying the sun. I’ll need to try and get a photo of them later
More folk out enjoying a cycle on such a nice day. They probably don’t know they’re away to go through a hike-a-bike section of rocks. Hope they don’t burst a tyre on the jaggies
Gliding in towards the beach, great day for fishing
Permission was granted recently for this bay to be destroyed for use as a decommissioning port. In a few years time this will all be concrete, rusty iron, razor wire and pollution. The proposal had images of cruise liners and plenty greenery, but in reality the supporting infrastructure will obliterate most of the bay and probably a few hundred meters inland for yards / roads. Yet again the people of Torry get their environment bludgeoned with nothing in return.
I went inland to detour across Tullos hill, found a patch of jack-in-the-hedge and picked some leaves for salad later
No birds of prey today up on the hill, but reclaimed a KOM on a segment at the top, by quite a margin, with a long dry spell and a tail wind making for great conditions.
Back off the hill and going along the coastal road to save time (and avoid the precipitous dangers of the coastal path). Road and trail verges alive with flowers
There’s a few places where you can cross or go under the rail line that dissects the coastal path from the road. I explored down some but there’s not much but fields on the other side. It’s a bit breezy so don’t fancy the heights of the path on the last leg to Cove.
Arriving in Cove, I meander through the village taking a few wrong turns before I find the hill down to the harbour
A nice view North to cliffs, and zooming in can see plenty of bird life using the rocks
Some nice rocks and wild flowers
Quick look in the rock pool for any beasties
I guess the block may be a remnant from WW2, used to block invading panzers; however down at the sea front a more modern conflict is under way – a cold war between the land owner, a recent incomer from abroad who is a plastic surgeon, and the local fisherman who have used this harbour for generations. I have little sympathy for wealthy landowners who inflict alienation upon communities; shame there’s not enough backbone from local authorities to stand up to this kind of nonsense, whether here or in Mennie.
Despite the sign I’m going to exert my right to roam. There have been various attempts to block the road with boulders by the land owner recently.
Down towards the water an ancient machine in rusted retirement no longer hauls in the day’s catch. The breakwater and pier were constructed back in 1878
A small fleet of brightly coloured boats are still here
I wonder if boats need registration numbers like cars
More decaying industrial relics amongst the boats
Ropes n pots
No doubting the quarry of these fine vessels
Who knows what stormy drama caused a dent in this rusty stake
Handy pebble-buried ring for locking up boat or bike
Splashing and flapping residents the only creatures enjoying the sun down here today
Headed back up the hill (phew fair old climb) grabbed a snack from the corner shop then back along the coastal road. Paths lead off here and there into patches of woods and rough ground, between the industrial estates that abound inland here. I have a quick nosey
Heading back down to the road at Altens
Looking back across the railway line I notice a ruin. I pondered then decided to head back to the last underpass to go explore.
Once this was somebody’s proud snug, storms were weathered, the fireplace roared and tales were told
Now silent to the weeds and the whoosh of trains, a crackle of brambles, and clink of clumsy drunks bottles
More ruins lie closer to the cliff’s edge
The neighbours probably don’t see many visitors down this path
Trains bustle past full of phone tappers and amazon parcels
This would have been a wind swept keep
The dandelions like it though
Hanging by the edge of the nearby cliff, perhaps an old war artefact – a gun mount? maybe just an odd trig point
I guess these mark creels or nets expectantly waiting the fishers of cove
Back at Nigg bay some interesting clouds are scudding over the cliffs. Swallows are there again. So fast, almost impossible to snap except by accident, sifting though a 100 burst mode shots later on, will extract barely a blurry shadow or two
Another aerial visitor. Sweeps out over the bay, and then as if realising the fragility of twin blades against the endless deep, heads back inland
The clouds resolve back to normal fluffiness
Hardy flowery souls cling to a perch in the rocks
The torry coo casting a shadow
The wind’s got up and is blasting waves in shore
I stop at a couple boards I’ve never really paid much attention to before. Not your usual map and wildlife guides
I attempt to snap some swallows against the moon but they’re too fast. Here, have a seagull instead
Back near the harbour, the fluffy clouds makes for a better shot than before, balances the complexity of the rock foreground
At the high tide mark there’s a lot of shells
Down amongst the rocks and seaweed, and in between waves, swallows are skimming at high speed, it looks perilous like any moment a splash could wipe one out, but their agility is amazing, so I stopped to watch the spectacle for 10 minutes.
This time rather than trying to track them, I wait for them to pass in front of the view. Still blurry but they’re in there.
Next time I’ll need to bring along my CHDK canon compact. CHDK is a custom operating system for canon compacts that adds extra functionality including a neat motion-detection mode that will snap away when something enters the view