Hore Abbey (also Hoare Abbey, sometimes known as St.Mary's) is a ruined Cistercian monastery near the Rock of Cashel, County Tipperary, Republic of Ireland.

'Hore' is thought to derive from 'iubhair' – yew tree. The former Benedictine abbey at Hore was given to the Cistercians by Archbishop David MacCearbhaill (in 1270), who later entered the monastery. He endowed the Abbey generously with land, mills and other benefices previously belonging to the town. A story that is much cited by tour-guides is that he evicted the Benedictines after a dream that they were about to kill him. This is unlikely to be true and probably arises from the Archbishop's 'interference' with the commerce of the city of Cashel. His disfavour of the established orders in Cashel certainly caused local resentment. He was resented by some of the towns-people, being considered too much in favour of the Irish by the more Anglicised. This is evident in the objection by the thirty-eight local brewers to the levy of two flagons out of every brewing and in the murder of two monks who were visiting the town - Wikipedia

Taken @ The beautiful Monverdun

These just zap energy and waste time :-)

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Protest Injustice! Resist!! Vote!!!

dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

Our liberty is most precious when we have compassion.

all our irritations, and resentments flit away, and a sunny spirit takes their place :-)

Mark Twain

HFF!! stay safe my friends, take care :-)

fragrant wintersweet, 'Luteus', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

The true face of it.

I wish you hadn't lied - to yourself, before me.

And so it stays, so I remember what time revealed.

Now shut your dirty mouth

If I could burn this town

I wouldn't hesitate

To smile while you suffocate and die

And that would be just fine

And what a lovely time, that it would surely be

So bite your tongue

And choke yourself to sleep

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He knows exactly where and in which tree he can “release” his collar. Fortunately, for the most part he is only outside in controlled circumstances, I think this is his symbolic resentment.

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When routine bites hard and ambitions are low

And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow

And we're changing our ways, taking different roads

Love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side?

Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?

Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives

Love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed?

Get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold

Is it something so good just can't function no more?

But love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again

www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJ_Rz49imWw&list=RDGMEMQ1dJ7w...

The photo shows the intermediate finale of the scene that I accidentally observed in the park. This big and heavy bike belongs to a much older boy who rode an adult electric scooter at high speed through the alleys of the park. The bike was on the ground. This little boy with great difficulty lifted a bicycle lying on the ground and tried to roll it back to the bench. At the same time, he fell several times along with a heavy bike. Finally, he managed to install the bike and looked sadly at the one who quickly rode the electric scooter and asked the elder for something several times. I was sitting quite far away, but it was not difficult to guess - he asked for a ride on a scooter. The elder laughed out loud as he passed. They were children, but the problem was like that of adults.

На фото проміжний фінал сцени, яку випадково спостерігав у парку. Цей великий і важкий велосипед належить набагато старшому хлопчику, який на великій швидкості катався на дорослому електросамокаті алеями парку. Велосипед лежав на землі. Маленький хлопчик з великими труднощами підняв велосипед і спробував відкотити його до лави. При цьому він кілька разів упав разом із важким велосипедом. Нарешті йому вдалося встановити велосипед і він з сумом дивився на того, хто швидко їздив електросамокатом і кілька разів просив старшого про щось. Я сидів досить далеко, але здогадатися було не важко – він просив прокотити його на самокаті. Старший проїжджаючи повз голосно сміявся. Це були діти, але проблема була як у дорослих.

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours, or days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame, and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought but what you built; not what you got but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage,

or sacrifice that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

What will matter is not your memories but the memories of those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.

It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice

Chose to live a life that matters.

Michael Josephson

Hanging onto resentment

is letting someone you despise

live rent-free in your head.

{ Ann Landers }

This Great Egret and Black-crowned Night Heron were fishing the same spot, and the Night Heron did not like it.

Crab Cove, Alameda, California

Every now and then I wish that my heart was not there just to turn it off and not to see the corpses of my biggest mistakes and not to feel any more emotions.

The truth, however, is that feelings don't go off with a button overnight.

Despite everything they remain there like ghosts to tear you apart when they once gave a smile.

🎶When routine bites hard,

And ambitions are low,

And resentment rides high,

But emotions won't grow,

And we're changing our ways,

Taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again 🎶

🎧 Love will tear us apart - Joy Division

Picture taken at The Delfina Club

Landscape designer: Mox Lemons

May this train take away all your worries, resentments and sorrows...back to 2021...Don't look back, go forward!

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

What with my accident and the omnipresent virus, I haven't taken pictures for quite a while. I suppose it was only fitting that I should make a tentative restart with a photo of my favourite model. Unfortunately Suki had other ideas and turned her back on me whenever I lifted the camera. Eventually she changed position and I managed one shot but as you can see she was not happy, glaring at me, her eyes filled with resentment and accusation!

Mmm, I think this self imposed confinement of ours must be getting to Suki. Um ..... or is it me that's getting stir crazy ? :-)

Everyone lives in their own bubble. A bubble of feelings, resentments, pain, loneliness, anguish, illness or just because you want to live in a protected bubble. As a child blows and makes countless bubbles in the air, sometimes the bubbles collide, join, merge... or disappear.

What I'm listening now:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXfr3s04Fpk

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'Resentment'

Camera: Chamonix 45F-2

Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm

Film: Ilford HP5+

Exposure: f/16 2sec

Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min

Oregon

July 2022

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—

Lean on a garden urn—

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—

Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—

Fling them to the ground and turn

With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:

But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

[from "O quam te mrmorem virgo" by TS Eliot]

presence.

Eckhard Tolle

I need more presence in my life...

Step by step.

for a real German Unity (after 30 Years of formal consolidation)

- against right-wing populism

- against arrogance and feelings of inferiority

- against envy and resentment

- for equal living and working conditions in east and west

- against climate change

and for a sustainable future for us all!

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für eine echte Deutsche Einheit (30 Jahre nach dem formalen Zusammenschluss)

- gegen Rechtspopulismus

- gegen Arroganz und Minderwertigkeitsgefühle

- gegen Neid und Ressentiments

- für gleiche Lebens- und Arbeitsbedingungen in Ost und West

- gegen den Klimawandel

und für eine nachhaltige Zukunft für uns alle!

HMBT !

Roses in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt

Christina Aguilara - Fighter

www.youtube.com/watch?v=PstrAfoMKlc

After all you put me through

You'd think I'd despise you

But in the end, I wanna thank you

'Cause you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you

Thinkin' that you were true

Guess I, I couldn't trust, called your bluff

Time is up 'cause I've had enough

You were there by my side

Always down for the ride

But your joy ride just came down in flames

'Cause your greed sold me out in shame, mhm

After all of the stealing and cheating

You probably think that I hold resentment for you

But uh-uh, oh no, you're wrong

'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do

I wouldn't know just how capable

I am to pull through

So I wanna say thank you, 'cause it

Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

Makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, ohh

Never saw it coming

All of your backstabbing

Just so you could cash in on a good thing

Before I realized your game

I heard you're goin' 'round

Playin' the victim now

But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame

'Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies

Guess you're wanting to hold me

But that won't work anymore (No more, a-ha, it's over)

'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture

I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you, 'cause it

Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

How could this man I thought I knew

Turn out to be unjust, so cruel?

Could only see the good in you

Pretended not to see the truth

You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself

Through living in denial

But in the end you'll see, you won't stop me

I am a fighter and I (I'm a fighter)

I ain't gon' stop (I ain't gonna stop)

There is no turning back

I've had enough

Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder (Yeah)

It makes me that much wiser (Oh yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster (Yeah)

Made my skin a little bit thicker (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Makes me that much smarter (Yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter (Fighter)

You thought I would forget but I, I remembered (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I remembered

You thought I would forget (Ooh-ooh)

I remembered (Ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (Ooh)

I remembered

Makes me that much stronger (Ooh-ooh)

Makes me work a little bit harder (Ooh-ooh)

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

This little indigenous boy was watching his dad dance and learning to dance just like him.

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn."

~Benjamin Franklin

"Sometimes adults think they know more than the children. But the children are closer to the truth. Have you ever noticed how quickly they can let go of resentments? Have you ever noticed how free they are of prejudice? Have you ever noticed how well the children listen to their bodies? Maybe adults need to be more like children." ~Black Elk

LACPIXEL - 2020

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I couldn't go to sleep last night, there was (another) strange feeling in the air, the dogs were barking, the Antonovs' sounds always worry them for long hours, then I received news and photos of Dandelion, now named Hugo (this photo is taken by his forever mother last Autumn, while his family visited Germany), he's well and very happy and he has a little human sister, one week old. I felt happy and smiled a lot, and right after I felt ashamed because at the same time children and people under Azovstal are living in terror.

Right now, while I'm writing, there's a piece of news on the TV that Azovstal is under siege from the ground and from the air.

It's Holy Week for russians too, how can they do that?

Please, God, open thy eyes!

I let the comments open, but you don't have to say anything, don't have to be polite, don't have to feel mercy, say something only if you really want to be heard.

Dear friends, you always have the choice to unfollow, no resentment.

Thank you for listening!

@Aenigma.

start 23rd Feb.

www.acadiaslevents.com/aenigma.html

Can’t cut off vacant longing … Can’t forget your promises. My heart become a long night , trying to forget this lifetime love. Always there is a red dot in my memory. Your face still in my memory. Missing, seeing but never really knowing. I can fight and drink till one is red. Past reappears within the incomplete memories. You are like the cloud changing constantly. Leaning on a railing alone ... Every sound is resentment … every sound is hoping.

Green memory slowly died by the snow. Still there is a red dot in my memory.

As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it — whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash :-)

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, 1960

HFF!! Protest Injustice! Resist! Vote!

rose, 'Dream Come true', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina

This was taken on 21 December. I wandered here after the Cathedral and the weather forecast looked good for an excellent blue hour. Bristol's name is derived from the Saxon 'Brigstowe' or 'place of the bridge', but it is unclear when the first bridge over the Avon was built. The first stone bridge was built in this location in the 13th century, and houses with shopfronts were built on it to pay for its maintenance.

In the 1760s a bill to replace the bridge was carried through parliament by the Bristol MP Sir Jarrit Smyth.By the early 18th century, increase in traffic and the encroachment of shops on the roadway made the bridge fatally dangerous for many pedestrians. Thomas Paty completed the new bridge between 1763 and 1768. Resentment at the tolls exacted to cross the new bridge occasioned the Bristol Bridge Riot of 1793. The toll houses were turned into shops before they were removed. In the 19th century.

The picture was taken with a tripod with a Sony A550 with a Sigma 10-20mm lens at 18mm. I took 1 shot. In Photoshop I used Topaz Clarity plugin for more detail.

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Happiness was the protagonist..it went away and came back again into the story of their lives. It was difficult for them to fathom it had ever departed and why but they were grateful when Sorrow fled. Loneliness and Resentment were having misanthropic parties somewhere else and Happiness Returned.

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*Working Towards a Better World

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool. Stephen King

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

William Shakespeare

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

Ernest Hemingway

Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone's face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come. Henri Nouwen

When you form a team, why do you try to form a team? Because teamwork builds trust and trust builds speed. Russel Honore

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

From Wikipedia:

Sacré-Cœur, Paris or The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris is located at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city. It is a popular landmark, and the second-most visited monument in Paris. Sacré-Cœur Basilica has maintained a perpetual adoration of the Holy Eucharist since 1885. The basilica was designed by Paul Abadie. Construction began in 1875 and was completed in 1914. The basilica was consecrated after the end of World War I in 1919.

It is considered as both a political and cultural monument, representing a national penance for the defeat of France in the 1870 Franco-Prussian War and for the actions of the Paris Commune of 1871. The church was constructed close to the site of the beginning of the Paris Commune where, on March 18, 1871, Communard soldiers killed two French army generals and seized a park full of artillery. There was (and remains) a feeling of resentment on the French left that the massacre of the Communards was commemorated by a temple of a fundamentally conservative religion. So great was the dislike of Sacré-Cœur at the fin de siècle that the Montmartre group of artists, including van Gogh, Matisse, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec, decamped en masse to Montparnasse. However, several prominent Commune participants, including the anarchist Louise Michel, and the head of the Committee of Public Safety of Montmartre, Jean Baptiste-Clement, returned from exile and resettled in Montmartre.

Saturday For Stairs!

Anger, resentment and jealousy doesn't change the heart of others -- it only changes yours.

Shannon L. Alder

tones: Isabelle Lafrance

texture: les brumes

NEW: "i love your work 33"

If you hug to yourself any resentment against anybody else, you destroy the bridge by which God would come to you. Peter Marshall

Winter is a time of gray, velvet weather drifting towards us. It arrives on "little cat feet" and curls itself around us like the fog in Sandburg's poem.

The weather is a friend if you make it one. I look forward to the gray, quiet time for solitude, contemplation, reading, long conversations with friends. Colors are softer, sounds have more depth, the pace is gentler.

Instead of resentment at the lack of sun, snuggle into the gray velvet quilt and make yourself a cup of tea.

Jennifer Jones

Success Is the Quality of Your Journey

Amritsar (Inde) - En juin 1984, le Temple d'Or a été le théâtre d'un massacre dont les Shiks ont été les victimes. Occupé par un groupe d'indépendantistes sikhs sous les ordres de Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, après l'échec des négociations avec la Fédération indienne, l'assaut est ordonné par le premier ministre de l'époque : Indira Gandhi.

A l'issue de la bataille, on déplore 493 tués chez les mutins, dont 100 femmes et 75 enfants. Auxquels il faut ajouter les 86 blessés qui n'ont pas été exécutés. Les militaires indiens quant à eux, auraient perdu 334 hommes (86 morts et 248 blessés).

Le Temple d'Or souillé du sang des insurgés et profané par les bottes des assaillants, est considéré comme une insulte irréparable par les extrémistes sikhs. Cet attaque militaire appelée « Opération Blue star », ne pouvait rester impunie selon les Sikhs. Elle aura pour conséquence le 31 octobre de la même année, l'assassinat d'Indira Gandhi, abattue par ses deux gardes du corps sikhs.

Aujourd’hui, Sikhs et Hindous ont enterré la hache de guerre et évitent d’évoquer cet épisode tragique de leur récente histoire. La raison l'a emporté face aux ressentiments. Dans leur Temple sacré, les Sikhs accueillent de nouveau tous les visiteurs, offrant le gîte et le couvert à ceux qui en font la demande. Sans distinction de statut social ou de religion. Un principe à méditer.

Operation Bluestar

Amritsar (India) - In June 1984, the Golden Temple was the scene of a massacre, of which the Shiks were the victims. Occupied by a group of Sikh separatists under the orders of Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, after the failure of negotiations with the Indian Federation, the attack was ordered by the Prime Minister of the time: Indira Gandhi.

At the end of the battle, 493 mutineers were killed, including 100 women and 75 children. To which must be added the 86 wounded who were not executed. The Indian military meanwhile, would have lost 334 men (86 dead and 248 wounded).

The Golden Temple, stained with the blood of the insurgents and desecrated by the boots of the assailants, is considered an irreparable insult by the Sikh extremists. This military attack called "Operation Blue Star", could not go unpunished according to the Sikhs. It will result on October 31 of the same year, the assassination of Indira Gandhi, killed by her two bodyguards of Sikh faith.

Today, Sikhs and Hindus have buried the hatchet and avoid evoking this tragic episode in their recent history. Reason prevailed in the face of resentment. In their sacred Temple, the Sikhs once again welcome all visitors, offering room and board to those who request it. Without distinction of social status or religion. A principle to ponder.

An old Cherokee told his grandson,

"My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all...

One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies & ego...

the other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humanity,

kindness, empathy & truth..."

The boy thought about it and asked, "which will live??"

The old man replied... "The one you feed..."

The big eyes in the State Capitol witnessed a history of arrogance, jealousy, resentment, laziness, greed, covetousness, and lust for color.

州議会議事堂の中にある大きな目は、傲慢、嫉妬、憤怒、怠惰、強欲、貪欲、色欲の歴史を目撃していた。

I don't know how, I'm going to do it, no! I attend my own funeral, I go out I swear, the pain I prefer to laugh at, I wear it proudly ...

I go out I swear ... goodbye melancholy ... it's the snowball effect that brings me back in your arms ...

The pain, I prefer to laugh, anyway there is nothing to say ....

I heal my wounds one by one ...

And all these words that hurt me, I advance, but without resentment ...

I don't need flowers, I want to be offered better days ...

Hoshi - Comment je vais faire (Clip Officiel) youtu.be/uqROarXJAHg

Eventually we get snow, not a lot but it’s snow, things look a little different so I went for an extended walk. I headed out to where I could find some trees, a little blizzard and I could be anywhere, well that was the idea. However the longer I walked the closer I got to the coast so I just kept walking. I knew the sea was rough I’d seen photos from others from the day before when storm Darcy was at a peak. Any other time I would have jumped in the car and been at the coast in a flash, but it’s not and I had resentment those that did that. I believe it’s the thin end of wedge than’s got us in this mess in the second place, first place goes to the government, whinge over so back to the photo I took yesterday. When I got to the coast that blizzard I was looking for arrived, well there’s no tree here, so I make do with a lighthouse. I called this photo snow globe, well I was looking for different

When routine bites hard

And ambitions are low

And resentment rides high

But emotions won't grow

And we're changing our ways

Taking different roads

Love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again

Why is this bedroom so cold?

You turned away on your side

Is my timing that flawed?

Our respect run so dry

Yet there's still this appeal

That we've kept through the years

And love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again

You cry out in your sleep

All my failings exposed

I've got a taste in my mouth

As desperation takes hold

Yes, it's something so good

Just can't function no more

Yeah, it's something so good

Just can't function no more

www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJ_Rz49imWw&list=RDGMEMQ1dJ7w...

Mira receloso a la gente que pasa por la plaza. Odia como visten, como hablan y ríen mientras el solo es una sombra tras la ventana de la habitación. En su funeral necesitaron 10 hombres para cargar el ataúd…Que pesado fue el resentimiento enterrado aquella tarde…F.O.G.

He looks suspiciously at the people passing through the square. He hates how they dress, how they talk and laugh while he is just a shadow behind the bedroom window. At his funeral they needed 10 men to carry the coffin… How heavy was the buried resentment that afternoon… F.O.G.

we see a Robin

taking a dip

feathers clean

quite serene

it's you and me

We leave the waters of life

washed and renewed

the start of a new day

like the fresh morning dew

gone are our woes

those past mistakes

goodbye to resentments of foes

forgiveness thru grace

awaits those whose taste

yearn for a better way

a new start without haste

yet mankind holds fast

to our past with their own bags of waste

they want us to pay

so they prey and they prey

no forgiveness is granted

no shelter allowed

in a world full of data

a world belonging

a mad hatter longing

it's a world full of gloom

no room no broom

can sweep clean

that is a false floor

with a big trap door

do not allow it

to be your

never more

step out of those waters

and know something more

the true door

is in your heart your soul

forever more.

Our last full day in Normandy was spent at the rather grand spa town of Bagnoles De L'Orne. The town is set up for rich elderly people to come and take the waters and the focal point is this beautiful lake. Whoever planted the trees must have had a lot of foresight for we saw all their autumn glory at their zenith.

The origins of thermal activity are said to date back to the Middle Ages. The spa is centred on the lake, which is formed by the River Vée, a tributary of the Mayenne, before it enters a deep gorge cut through the massif of the Andaines Forest.

Local legend tells of the medieval lord, Seigneur Hugues de Tessé. Believing that his once-glorious horse, "Rapide", was reaching the end of its life, Seigneur Hugues decided to abandon it in the Andaines Forest. He was amazed when the animal returned home some time later, strong and totally revitalized. Without resentment, "Rapide" took its master along to the waters of Bagnoles where he drank and was also rejuvenated. The spa was born.

We were here to explore the velorail. No French trip would be complete without one!

I suppose I have to make a bit of a fuss. The light wasn't very good and the weather has been unusually warm, dry, and stable since about the end of March, making everything a bit boring. Fascadale needs a shake up to create more patterns. I need a good crashing sea, waves and high tides, and heavy rain to wash the black grit out of the surrounding mountains, and carry it down across the white seashell sand below the pebble beach. We've had none of that for ages, so I set out again wishing it was less than an hour over bumpy, twisty, single track road and tracks to get to Fascadale. But I needed an escape from washing up, changing beds and cleaning everything at the B&B, early breakfasts for guests and waiting up for arrivals late at night way past our check-in time. And the resentment I feel for those who bleat the word "Skye". WTF is it with that place? Talk about sheep. They all go there, and then moan about the roads, the queues to get in car parks and the thousands of people bespoiling and contaminating the grandeur and beauty of the landscape, how there are no toilets, no where to get a meal or accommodation because they don't book in advance, potholed roads, cancelled ferries,.......... and midges. But still they flock there and never discover amazing places, where you can be surprised and amazed that you were clever enough to find somewhere and have it to yourself.

Anyhow, my mind was somewhat purified by the time I got to Fascadale. There wasn't a soul about, and I had the sandy beach to myself, and Effie. Spotting these foxgloves I quickly knelt to steady my shot, twisting the zoom barrel of my Nikon 24-120f4 lens to frame the picture. And then I sensed something wasn't quite right. Lowering the camera I saw that the whole front half of the lens had separated from the part mounted to the camera body, and the front was now floating loose, and in imminent danger of dropping glass side first onto the granite stones. Oh shit, I've experienced this once before, about 45 years ago, when a Hoya zoom fell into a load of metal and glass pieces in my hands, and 6,000 miles, and weeks from land, I had no choice but try to reassemble it, with a sharp penknife as a screwdriver. But after alot of trial and error, test and retest I managed it. But today, stuck on the remote beach at Fascadale....what to do? Fortunately experience made the difference and after some trial and error, and occasional brute force it was back in one piece and seems to be working. This is my test shot! Behind is the skyline of the Small Isles, Rum (left), Eigg (right). Beautiful and unspoilt Ardnamurchan, any equal of Skye