UK over Christmas and New Year 2009-2010

The Big Freeze

On our way back to Edinburgh from Angus, we stopped off at Kinross to see the impressive expanse of Loch Leven, frozen and covered with snow.

Inspiration vs. reason

A friend asked me over the Christmas break how I manage to retain my drive for taking photos. I gave it some thought over the past few days and thought that my answer might be useful or interesting to other photographers or artists and so here it is.

Trossach Mountains from the A9

Driving between Stirling and Perth on our way back to Angus, I saw this jaw-droppingly beautiful pink sunset over a fog-covered winter landscape alongside the main road. So, I jumped on the brakes, pulled into a farm access road and waded through calf-deep snow to get as many shots as I could before the light changed.

Letham in the Snow

We spent much of the Christmas and New Year break in Letham, a small town in Angus, Scotland, where Jo grew up. Just after New Year, we took Archie, the family dog, for a walk around the town and Jo showed me places from her childhood as the evening set in and more snow fell.

Diversion to Leadhills

We took a diversion off the motorway to explore the wintry countryside and came across the highest village in Scotland, buried in snow.

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Takeoff from Edinburgh airport

A five minute video shot out of the window of an easyJet flight leaving Edinburgh and banking west over the Firth of Forth in Scotland.

Notes from a flight home

Short observational notes taken on a flight between Edinburgh and Geneva.

A word is worth a thousand pictures

While we were in the U.K. this Christmas, Jo and I travelled down to the south coast of England at short notice to visit family. On our return, we headed back up along the west of England and south western Scotland, stopping off in the small town pictured here as we’d heard so much about it, but never visited.

Driving home for Christmas

If you’ve been following my Twitter stream today, you’ll probably know that while I should be almost in Scotland by now, I am, in fact, still on Swiss soil. After the third early start in a row, when we headed for Geneva to catch our flight to Edinburgh for a two week holiday with family, the plague of flight cancellations finally reached us and scuppered our plans.