A weekend in Scotty McScotland with frozen eyeballs and the Bro.

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Galloway Astronomy Centre – taking advantage of the lack of light-pollution. Head for Scotland and turn sharp left off the M6, keep going until you can’t go any farther.

There are still no border patrols, no passport required to enter Scotty McScotland from England (and vice versa). There are the usual heads on pikestaffs, the common or garden snipers and some chaps in skirts strangling cats of course, but all change no change as regards travel.

Our target for the weekend was the Galloway Astronomy Centre for a spot of peering through some large telescopes at whatever celestial bodies might be seen, if any, in the deep, dark, depths of the scrag-end of November. We were lucky – we got clear skies. I froze as I had never frozen before, standing out in the open for hours, but I also got to see some nebulums (or is the plural nebulee or nebulaa?), some binary stars, got to identify all for my very self Betelgeuse, saw Uranus (yes, yes, I know) and was treated to the sight of the great sweep of an arm of the Milky Bar Kid Way. There was more than that, of course, but for a significant portion of the telescope-time my eyeballs were frozen solid, so I wasn’t concentrating. The gentleman running the show, a.k.a. one half of the owner/management team, had to keep defrosting the reflector mirror and eyepieces with a hairdryer…

No photographs of the celestial bodies of course, I was too busy looking to even try to take any – and I’d also only packed the compact camera, leaving the SLRs at home. However, during the daytime we explored some of the mag-ruddy-nificent scenery to be had in the Galloway area, and photographs of that there are aplenty, herewith, below.

The drive from here to there was reasonably civilised. We stopped for comestibles and ales at Tebay Services in Cumbria, just about the only decent “motorway service station” on planet Earth. Sadly, as well as running the services this bunch also run a massive animal-slaughtering operation boasting a “nose to tail” approach to “butchery”. Bastards.

By the time we turned off the M6 and headed west dusk was approaching, and the little local roads just seemed to go on without end. Just when we despaired of ever arriving we sped past a sign announcing “Galloway Astronomy Centre” and yours truly had to brake and perform a “turn in the road using forward and reverse gears” as they say. Didn’t matter much – this was the road in question…

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One delight of the journey was passing a place that has the most delicious home-grown expletive for a name – Ecclefechan. Ecclefechan is, apparently, known as the birth-place of Thomas Carlyle and Archibald Arnott – yes, that one, Napoleon’s doctor on St Helena. Oh yes – and for cakes and whisky. Note please, that there is no “e” in whisky, unless you are genuinely and exclusively Irish.

Ecclefechan. Say it as though you mean it. ECCLEFECHAN.

A drive around the pointy bit of Dumfries and Galloway on saturday provided some great scenery, with Portpatrick winning the Most Scenic Town of the Anthropocene Era Award. Bits of the coastal road afforded great views of something we first identified as Avalon and then as Atlantis but then settled on the Isle of Man as being more likely at that time of year.

I’ll let you just waddle through the photos on your own. That’s pretty much what we did.

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Stranraer, not one of Scotty McScotland’s prettiest towns.
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Yonder Isle of Man, some fifty miles distant…
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The sun sets, denting the sea as it goes.
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These chaps were going out to check their hamster-pots, or something, in the local inlets and bays.

Well, the weekend was done, and great fun it was too. The Cardinal was asleep at his mooring when I got back, and responded well to everything being switched on, lit and generally put into operational mode to warm up again.

Since the weekend the last of the woodwork has been completed, and I have spent a happy couple of days breathing “Phume of yacht varnish”, since it’s too cold to varnish anything outdoors. It’s all groovy, baby.

I have to say that the astronomical flavour to the weekend has left me with a hankering for a telescope with which to ogle the Moon…

Many thanks to the folks of Galloway Astronomy Centre for making us so welcome and for indulging a couple of less-than-wholly-knowledgeable chaps in exploring the universe.

Chin-chin.

13 Comments

  1. apaulsavage says:

    Pretty much jealous now. One of the places I would love to visit is west coast of Scotland – not too keen on people.
    Are you using International Yacht Varnish? Be aware that it isn’t suitable for marine use!! I bought some once to varnish my seats on the boat. I took it back, and customer services wouldn’t believe me when I said it wasn’t suitable for use on my boat, until she read it on the tin.

    Brilliant pictures by the way.
    Enjoy your Christmas, and New Year. Will you still be on the Marina come Easter next year – may be passing that way again.
    Paul
    NB Adreva

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    1. International Yacht varnish it was indeed! That said, at least t’was only inside (multiple coats, using thinners, got a nice match with the original woodwork) – I really ought to have read the tin. How on earth they are allowed to call it “yacht” varnish if it ain’t suitable for watery areas beats me – it’s a truly, deeply, madly strange world we’ve created! 😉 Will be in the marina (unless they throw me out) until the end of February-ish – finished 98.2% of the jobs only to discover myself a., frozen in and b., wimping out in the face of a need to hibernate! Hope all is swelligant with you, give me a wave – or throw rocks – when you’re passing… 🙂

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  2. Oh, I do love Scotty McScotland! But I now realise why I keep wanting to spell whisky with an “e” in it – my Nan’s heritage making itself known beneath my hair 😉

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    1. Hmm. If you can still spell “whisky” then you haven’t drunk enough of it yet! 😉

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  3. aarondavid97 says:

    I find this sooooooooooooo racist! 🙂

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    1. Aye, weel, tosty McSpigot, ye ecclefechan sassenach numpty-froogall cat-kissing bunny-hugging veggy-bloody-terian cissy. Ye can kiss my wee Arsenal Villa are doing awfully well this season, don’t you think?

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      1. aarondavid97 says:

        That’s easy for you to say

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  4. Pat McDonald says:

    The photography is amazing, you sure aim well and press the thingywotsit well! Scotland, there is no finer place, except for maybe Wales! Thank you for sharing.

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    1. It is indeed a fine country with some lovely crinkly bits around the edges and some nice lumps in the middle. The higher bits were nicely snow-capped when we were there…

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  5. Janice Wagar says:

    I went to Scotland on a tour bus once. It was darn cold and windy on that spring day. Do they ever have a hot day there?

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    1. They do, but you have to be local to know when they’re going to occur. At all other times, wear a waterproof! When Scotland gets winter weather it’s usually what we call “horizontal weather” – it never bothers to land, it just blows on past… 😉

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  6. Toffeeapple says:

    Oh, I am so envious, I would love to do watching of the Nebulae and stuff. Oh wait, I am heading up to Argyll any minute now! Staying longer than a weekend though.

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    1. Enoy the nice, dark skies up there!

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