Tir an Eòrna (or North Uist) is pretty much half land and half water since it has so many freshwater lochs as well as the sea lochs which cut into its peaty heartland.

This view from Beinn Langass (all 90m of it!) takes in the island's hills: Lì a'Tuath, Lì a'Deas, Burabhal and Eabhal, the highest at 347m. Beyond them lies the Little Minch and a hazy view of the hills of Skye in the far distance,

Despite their lack of height, these hills are tough challenges due to their inaccessibility & largely pathless nature, not to mention loch and bog!

Don't go much on Flickr's latest 'improvement'......

...so please forgive me if it takes a little while to catch up with you all.

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more....." - Lord Byron ❤

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Taken from my garden, Wednesday, 27 December, 2017.

Sanda Island, with lighthouse, sits at the extreme south of The Mull of Kintyre. Here can also be seen the tiny wee Glunimore Islet, and a small part of Sheep Island - extreme right of frame. The Forth of Clyde is proudly Saltire blue between the Islands and the mainland - the north side of The Girvan Valley and High Craig Head. A lovely, sunny winter’s day...

From: South Carrick Hills

SW Scotland

(lightened)

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes

By the deep sea and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more...”

George Gordon, Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes...

-- George Gordon Lord Byron

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

Rabindranath Tagore

Intro

Mild Orange - Foreplay (2018)

youtu.be/h-WtuJVmmoc

Sweeter Memories

Todd Rundgren - Something/Anything? (1972)

youtu.be/bYJ8M9Jf_Lg

Weird Fishes

Radiohead - In Rainbows (2007)

youtu.be/KAtfDiHNll0

Music video directed: Tobias Stretch.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more” Lord Byron

Lorenzo Jovanotti Cherubini - Le Tasche Piene Di Sassi

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbrB3_7L_ZE

Well off the beaten track, I discovered this wee waterfall by looking at the local Ordnance Survey map - a thirty minute uphill walk over pathless and very boggy ground is needed to reach this little gem of a location.

An out-of-the-way waterfall I know, a good 30 minute pathless trudge uphill from the road. Shot as a vertical pano.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

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...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? -

Vincent van Gogh

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't. -

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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more. -

George Gordon Byron

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The earth has music for those who listen.

Anon

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Lord Byron

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.

Vincent Van Gogh

The beauty of the natural world lies in the details.

Natalie Angier

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There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar,

I love not man the less, but nature more...

- Lord Byron

♫ The Saxophones | If You're on the Water ♫

Third - Hiatus - Listen

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture in the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar;

I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the sea, and music is it’s roar; I love not the man less, but Nature more. ~Lord Byron

"Crossing the swamp" by Mary Oliver

Here is the endless

wet thick

cosmos, the center

of everything—the nugget

of dense sap, branching

vines, the dark burred

faintly belching

bogs. Here

is swamp, here

is struggle,

closure—

pathless, seamless,

peerless mud. My bones

knock together at the pale

joints, trying

for foothold, fingerhold,

mindhold over

such slick crossings, deep

hipholes, hummocks

that sink silently

into the black, slack

earthsoup. I feel

not wet so much as

painted and glittered

with the fat grassy

mires, the rich

and succulent marrows

of earth— a poor

dry stick given

one more chance by the whims

of swamp water— a bough

that still, after all these years,

could take root,

sprout, branch out, bud—

make of its life a breathing

palace of leaves.

Happy Toneless Tuesday my Flickr Friends

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more”

[ lord byron ]

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more”

― Lord Byron

early in the morning we had the beach all to ourselves...

♥

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea and the music in it's roar; I love not man the less, but nature more ...Lord Byron)

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”

-Lord Byron

An early-ish morning view of some of South Harris's white sand beaches, taken on the way down from a hike up Beinn Dhubh (506m/1660ft) from the beach below. The views all round were stupendous & well worth the struggle up the pathless hillside.

The edge of Luskentyre is in the right foreground with Seilebost just showing over the estuary in the centre, opposite Luskentyre is Niosaboist with Scarista in the distance.

'There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore.

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

I love not Man the less, but Nature more."

Lord Byron, English Poet 1788-1824.

A beautiful poem by Byron. Byron .... "mad, bad, and dangerous to know." He was evidently very attractive to women - unfortunately for some of them. A little rapture never goes amiss though :o)

Here's another by Byron, sung by Joan Baez - I've always loved this since I was really young and sang it in folk clubs with my very first boyfriend, Davey, playing guitar. I hope you like it too.

So We'll Go No More A-Roving - Joan Baez

Thank you for listening and for having a look at my photo - taken by Longmoor Pool in Sutton Park recently.

Edited in Topaz Studio, the texture by me. Thanks so very much for just looking and listening - it's enough. Thank you my friends.

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

there is a rapture on the lonely shore,

there is society, where none intrudes,

by the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

from these our interviews, in which I steal

from all I may be, or have been before,

to mingle with the Universe, and feel

what I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

G. G. Byron

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the sea and music in its roar: i love not man less, but nature more" -lord byron

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Sunset at Bharatpur National Park in Rajasthan, India

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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

by Rabindranath Tagore

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

George Gordon Byron

Thanks to Lenabem Anna for texture

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Talsperre Eibenstock, Erzgebirge, Saxony, Germany, 2018.

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more”

― George Gordon Byron

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. Lord Byron

All across the world, in every kind of environment and region known to man, increasingly dangerous weather patterns and devastating storms are abruptly putting an end to the long-running debate over whether or not climate change is real. Not only is it real, it's here, and its effects are giving rise to a frighteningly new global phenomenon: the man-made natural disaster.

Barack Obama, speech, Apr. 3, 2006

Global warming is too serious for the world any longer to ignore its danger or split into opposing factions on it.

Tony Blair, speech,

Sept. 27, 2005

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I am due to take a party up onto the Kinder Scout plateau in a month or so, but as it was a while since I last ventured up onto what really is a featureless landscape I thought it wise to carry out a recce. This shot was taken early on by then rim where there are a few features that can catch they eye, however once up on the plateau you really are in an open boggy pathless peaty terrain that is full of cloughs which are gullies that have been cut in the peat by rainwater flowing away. These cloughs are typically six foot deep and steep sided. They make for an entertaining crossing. Thankfully we had fine visibility on our day out unlike the last time I ventured up there.

The foreground greenery is provided by a carpet of blaeberries.

[ Explored no. 55 on 22 June 2016 - thank you very much ! ]

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more”

― George Gordon Byron

A walk along the shores of Windermere. We didn't see another person for hours. We didn't speak much - we had no need to. We just revelled in the beauty of nature all around us. Our second day in the Lakes, happy to be away from all the insistent pressures of life in the suburbs.

Hope you enjoy the solitude with me, or can at least imagine it. Thanks as always for any faves, comments or invites - I so appreciate your friendship and support.

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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,

And men forgot their passions in the dread

Of this their desolation; and all hearts

Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light

- Lord Byron

Quote by Lord Byron.

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The main Assynt mountains are unique in that they stand in isolation from each other and are surrounded by a network of lochs, lochans, rivers and wild, largely pathless, ground.

Visible here (beyond the lochs) L to R are Suilven, Cul Mor, Cul Beag (summit in cloud) and Stac Pollaidh, which is seen from its other (southern) side in the previous upload. The lower slopes of Canisp can also be seen disappearing behind the right-hand edge of Suilven.

I was fortunate to arrive at this location during one of the few clear periods of the day. Even so a(n almost) clear view of the whole of Suilven was a rarity.

From Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

I love not man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the universe, and feel

What I can ne’er express, yet can not all conceal.

- George Gordon, Lord Byron

And... youtu.be/vRtVFIsYPLI

With the stone structures of Edlingham Church (St. John the Baptist, the oldest parts dating from the late 11th century, on the far left), the ruins of Edlingham Castle (mostly hidden, centre) and railway viaduct (far right) way below. It was a struggle with my dodgy knee both going up and coming down on rough & largely pathless moorland - Teazel, however, loved bounding through it even though most of the growth was taller than her!

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more." -- George Gordon, Lord Byron

...

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

And so I dream of going back to be.

It's when I'm weary of considerations,

And life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,

But dipped its top and set me down again.

That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

-- Robert Frost

I'm ascending Veliki Javornik by its pathless S ridge. On a grassy saddle this fine view on the highest part of Kamnik & Savinja Alps opens. Before Kočna, there's the summit of rarely visited Kozji vrh. The only trail on it goes just by the slope, oriented towards us.

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Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. -

Albert Einstein

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. -Hans Christian Andersen

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. -

Jacques Yves Cousteau

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron

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"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more."

Lord Byron

Denali is the highest mountain peak in North America, with a summit elevation of 20,310 feet above sea level. With a topographic prominence of 20,156 feet and a topographic isolation of 4,629 miles, Denali is the third most prominent and third most isolated peak on Earth, after Mount Everest and Aconcagua.

.....

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

And so I dream of going back to be.

It's when I'm weary of considerations,

And life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,

But dipped its top and set me down again.

That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

-- Robert Frost

[This is the end of Frost's famous verse, the entirety well worth your time if you have a few moments to get a full sense of what he was attempting to convey. I must admit to always feeling a deep sense of melancholy upon reading it, so be advised.]