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❤️M🧡u💚c💙h💜 💓L💕o💗v💞e 💖 💞a💜l💙w💚a🧡y❤️s💕 Easter Sunday paddle kinda filled me with dread, roads were going to be busy and there was going to be campers everywhere.... I hate sharing my outdoors with other people In an effort to avoid road rage (mine!) I decided to head off early and return early. Been thinking about a trip from Crianlarich down to Killin then Loch Tay down but wanted to scope out the Dochart to see what the levels were like when it was dry. Plan was a put in at Loch Lubhair/Iubhair, paddle up to Loch Dochart, check out the castle and paddle upriver some more then back again. Shortish paddle which should see me back before the exodus from Callander and home in time for SWMBO going out to work. There are two official parking spots, westerly one is a layby and the easterly one is more of a wee track down to the parking, both are pretty good launch points with small portages, the easterly one, which I used, involves some stairs Got there early, most of the campers were still asleep as I got on the water although they were starting to stir. Place looked a bit of a mess, boxes of bud, loo paper etc Some big chunks of wood lying around, not sure if someone had left them there to stop them chopping down trees, but sorry to say there were some green logs by the fire too and they were using the big chunks as benches.... Ben More still had some snow on and was to see a few hillwalkers todayLoch Dochart is a fresh water loch fed by the River Fillan and connected to Loch Tay by the River Dochart. These waterways served as a major artery of movement and communication throughout the pre-industrial era and, via the River Tay, provided access all the way to the Firth of Tay and the North Sea. It was the presence of these excellent logistical links which prompted Sir Duncan Campbell of Glenorchy to build the castle. It was one of several fortified residences - including Achallader, Barcaldine, Edinample, Finlarig and Monzie castles - raised by Duncan between 1585 and 1631. The castle was built on a small island at the western end of Loch Dochart. It was built over the site of an earlier religious house that was probably linked with St Fillan's Priory, located four miles up-river. The main structure was a three storey Tower House constructed from rubble with ashlar dressings. The rectangular main block was augmented with protruding stair towers on the north and south sides. A circular tower occupied the eastern corner at the base of which was a pit prison. A rectangular chimney, that survives to its original height, projected out of the south side. The tower would have been surrounded by ancillary buildings and foundations of two of these structures survive. A landing place was constructed at the eastern end of the island. Duncan Campbell died in 1631 and was followed by his son, Robert, who the owner during the Wars of Three Kingdoms. Robert was an active Covenanter and supporter of the Scottish Government which prompted the Royalist commander, John McNab, to burn Loch Dochart Castle in 1646. It was not rebuilt following this destruction and drifted into ruin. In more recent years the castle has traditionally been linked with the Scottish outlaw Rob Roy MacGregor who had supported the 1689, 1715 and 1719 Jacobite rebellions. However, by this stage the castle was a gutted ruin and it is unlikely there was any actual link. During the late nineteenth century the ruins were consolidated. bridge of Orchy was busy when I got off the train. Some people were taking shelter after a day on the hills. Many were stopping over in the bunkhouse between days following the West Highland Way. I'd been at work all day and I didn't care a bit about the rain and the wind. With two weeks holiday ahead of me I was content to get drunk on cheap lager and consult my maps. So get drunk on cheap lager and consult my maps I did, and I didn't care about the rabbiting crowds (although I was itching for the morning when I'd be away) or the doom-saying weather forecast pinned above the bar. Although I was really quite tired, I stayed in the bar and knocked back pints and drams and scoured my maps (I love maps) until fairly near closing time when I scuttled and slipped along through the rain to the spot where I'd pitched my tent. I was camped next to the River Orchy and I drew water before going to bed. When I awoke the next morning the river was noticeably higher, and the spot I had drawn water from the evening before was submerged. after a breakfast of Earl Grey (half a liter thereof) and a very large pot of porridge, finished with squeezable honey and smashed up nuts, my holiday began... kind of. The first eight or nine miles of my route followed the West Highland way along an old drove road that crosses Rannoch Moor from South to North. I shared this road with umpteen mountain bikers and groups of walkers (which wasn't exactly what I was looking for). I found solitude when, at Ba Bridge, I cut off to the east, away form 'The Way' and into the bog. The River Ba was raging beneath the Ba Bridge, and looking back up in to the steep corries of Clach Leothad, Anach Mor and Stob Gobhar I could see the water coursing down the mountain sides. The driest and warmest April on record had given way to torrential rain just in time for my trip. I was pleased, because the damage done by fire to many areas of the highlands during April had been disastrous. Swathes of land were affected by wild fires and the Forest of Rothiemurchus had only narrowly escaped catastrophe on more than one occasion. A sign in the Pinewoods alongside Loch Tulla reminds would be fire-starters: 'That which burns NEVER RETURNS'. I would have had an easier trip if I had been out in April, when this trip was originally scheduled for. Unfortunately (or more truthfully through my own stupid fault) I had bought myself a ticket to broken-hand city (a nasty place if ever I've known one), spent pretty much the whole of April there, and largely missed out on what is basically my favorite time of year: For several years running trips in April have been among the best of my year (but try putting up a tent, or even stuffing away a bivy bag, one-handed). My hand gave me gyp throughout this trip, but not enough to offset the enjoyment. Neither the sharp stabbing pains or the dull throbbing aches of a healing fracture could get me down any more than could the whipping rain, stinging hail and incessant, face reddening wind (try as it might!). In fact, an amusing element of surprise was gained from the general changeability of the weather. One minute I would be paddling in calm water, with the sun on my face (for not many minutes, granted). The next, murky clouds would have gathered overhead and I would be thrashed until the sky decided to change it's mind once again. On my final day out, I was looking back to the summits I'd passed over the day before to see them blanketed with fresh snow (devoid of it as they were the day before). The photos I took on this trip were almost exclusively taken during the 10% of time when the rain / hail / snow subsided and allowed a little blue sky to show through. The photos that I took on this trip were exclusively taken on kodak disposable cameras (as you can tell from the quality of the shots) because my cameras ghost fled ahead of the trip... It had probably gotten gale-force wind of the nature of my plans and decided to 'end it all' in its own, dignified manner. Here's what I did on my holiday...

Joulu oveen kolkuttaa, hymyy tuiskusäässä: Lapsikullat avatkaa! Olen aivan jäässä. Kukkurainen vakka tää harteita jo väsyttää. Lahjoja on mulla. Saanko sisään tulla? Tule armas joulu!

Kun on kyse I. Kiannon tekstistä, rapparit & ryöstäjät viittaavat tod.näk itäiseen naapuriin. Ja miksei sitten myös ”vain raukat muuttavat merten taa” (ainakin miljoona 1600-l lähtien)Kun on kyse I. Kiannon tekstistä, rapparit & ryöstäjät viittaavat tod.näk itäiseen naapuriin. Ja miksei sitten myös ”vain raukat muuttavat merten taa” (ainakin miljoona 1600-l lähtien) my goodbyes & start winding down. Thought socializing days were blissfully done, but more company on the way so...gotta be bright eyed tomorrow.Itsenäisyyden tunnustaminen: SDP:n lähetystö luovuttaa Suomen itsenäisyyden tunnustamista käsittelevän adressin Leninille ja Trotskille. Lenin lupaa kansankomissaarien neuvosto tunnustavaa Suomen, mikäli Suomen hallitus esittää kirjallisen pyynnön. http://itsenaisyys100.fi/kronologia/1917-2/joulukuu/ …

Faye Katsakis‏ @FKatsakis 1 t1 tunti sitten Lisää -Που θα πάτε τις γιορτές? -Που να τις πάμε?Let your path lead you to #Scotland.........

Joulu näyttää tähtöseltäTasavallan presidentiksi kannattaa pyrkiä. Siinä virassa on vähän valtaa, mutta paljon tilaisuuksia sanoa, mitä ajattelee. Joulu näyttää kynttilältä Joulu tuoksuu vihreältä taiGetting the #weekend #party started 🎉✨🥂mmärsin, että Turkan kirjallinen tyyli on vahvasti Merta, eikä ollenkaan Salamaa. Turkka teki kovalla työllä pesäeroa tamperelaiseen punaiselta tai ruskealta. Sillä joulukuusi on vihreä ja kuusen oksan kätkössä on piparipossun seurana kirkkaanpunainen omena. -Kaarina Helakisa - #VanhatPostikortitVille Kinaret‏ @VilleKinaret 18 t18 tuntia sittenhttps://the-hazel-tree.com/2015/03/05/loch-dochart-castle/ Lisää Mä kadehdin noita mun pikkupoikia kun niillä on elämässä niin tärkeitä ja mielenkiintoisia asioita meneillään koko ajan, että syöminen, nukkuminen ja vessassa käynti täytyy hoitaa vain pakosta ja minimi ajankäytöllä. Itelle nuo kaikki kolme on päivän kohokohtia.Getting the #weekend #party started 🎉✨🥂Mitänse vika itsesä tarkoittaa?? En ymmärrä mistä puhutte, varmaan joku hypoteesi tai vaan villi huhu.

wasthere 30.10 -⚜️🍃🌸Bonjour🌸🍃⚜️⚜️🍃🌸Bonjour🌸🍃⚜️”Tanskanmaa on vankila.” Tom Stoppardin postmoderni merkkiteos, Rosencrantz ja Gyldenstern ovat kuolleet (1966), väittää: ”Hamlet on vankila”

https://twitter.com/csa_adventure/status/925423339417604096 crianlPaul was able to speak in Classical Greek, which was, in Paul's day, the language of the educated class.Sain juuri korvanappiini tiedon, että @kokoomus ajaa @filsdeproust in johdolla jalkapuita työttömille kaupunkien toreille, kauppakeskuksien parkkipaikoille yms...Breakfast views - took shelter behind the summit Cairn and enjoyed the Perthshire vistahttps://www.thepressroom.gr/ellada/ta-152-ellenika-nesia-poy-diekdikoyn-oi-toyrkoi 🌸 ⚜️ 🦋 ⚜️ 🌸‏ @20Fleur_17 6. joulukuuta Lisää ...(`*•.¸🌸(`*•.¸🍃(`*•.¸🦋¸.•*´)🍃¸.•*´)🌸¸.•*´)... ...(¸.•*´💠(¸.•*´🍃(¸.•*´🦋`*•.¸)🍃`*•.¸)💠`*•.¸)... ⚜️🦋🌸⚜️Bonjour ! Bon mercredi à tous ⚜️🦋🌸⚜️

korostin valtasuhteiden huomioimisen tärkeyttä Dear Santa 🎅🏼🎄 We've been naughty this year ... But it was worth it! 🐱🐾🎅🏼🎄🐱🐾🎅🏼🎄🐱🐾

St. Paul, was probably born ten years later than Jesus. The place of his birth was Tarsus, a cosmopolitan city in southern Turkey. He was a Jew and a 'Roman Citizen', meaning that he spoke 'Koine' Greek, the household language of all educated citizens throughout the Roman empire. Well-educated, he was sent in his late ...Logically (for a number of reasons), to me it only makes sense that the New Testament was written in Greek. Think of who Paul was: the "Apostle to the Gentiles". Obviously he was writing to Greek speaking people, so he would write to them in Greek. There are more reasons, but this is an obvious one. I just ran across this ..Greek was the common language within the Roman Empire; The apostle Paul communicated in the Greek tongue; The notice of accusation written upon the saviour's head was written in Greek, Aramaic and Latin. The disciples communicated with Greek speaking Jews, which displays to us that the ...Every time we drive past Loch Dochart on our way up towards Crianlarich, I crane my neck to catch sight of a ruined castle. It isn’t easy to spot – sometimes I miss it – because you have to wait for a gap in the trees. And stopping on that particular stretch of road is more difficult than you’d think. But last autumn we did stop, and walked back through the woods that fringe the loch in order to get a better, and longer, look at Loch Dochart Castle.en. Turkan johtotähteyttä Suomen kulttuurielämässä kuvaa, että jokainen oppilastyökin arvioitiin monella palstalla Helsingin Sanomissa – ja myös Ilta-Sanomissa – ja kaikissa ensi-illoissa eturivin äänekkäimpänä hohotti valtioneuvos Johannes Virolainen, jota Kyllikki yritti turhaan hillitä.

Tytär osti isälle #kahvipuun Onko tässä uusi tulevaisuus? 😅 Siinä se nyt kasvaa itsenäisyyspäivän kynttilöiden valossa🇫🇮💯👌🏻😄🤩 #torhola #kahvinystävät #omatoavut #torholapapu 😂😎

Suomalaisuus ei määräydy ihmisen ulkonäön perusteella. Olen suomalainen, koska Suomi on mun kotimaani eikä kukaan voi riistää sitä tunnetta multa. Hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää rakas Suomi. #suomi100https://twitter.com/TorholanEmanta/status/932336716429647878 Aattelin tänä vuonna lähettevän joulukortin sijaan olla itse joulukortti ja soittaa jokaiselle joulukortin saajalle itse😅 Sitten minulta voi toivoa joululauluboxista pikkuista joululaulua jos niin haluaa😂😜 #miltäkuulostaa #hulluidea 90 ihmistä perheineen😂🙈https://twitter.com/BenMoreWebcam/status/939837579146428417 https://www.hs.fi/nyt/art-2000005412097.html naisetn as ‘Duncan of the Black Cowl’, the 7th Laird of Glenorchy was ‘a man of considerable force of character’. He was born around 1550 and died in 1631 at the age of 81, which was remarkable for that time. Duncan owned seven castles – Taymouth (known then as Balloch), Finlarig, Edinample, Loch Dochart, Achallader, Barcaldine, and Culchurn (now spelled Kilchurn). They all lie within the old region of Breadalbane, the ‘high lands of Alba’. I hadn’t heard of some of them, and looking them up confirmed that they are wonderful old tower houses similar to Loch Dochart. Four are ruined, while Barcaldine is now a lovely guest house and Edinample is a private home. Ehrensvärdintielle, Eiran hienoimman hienostoalueen keskelle, entiseen Tehtaanpuiston yhteiskouluun, piti joka aamu saapua aamulenkistä hikisenä. Taymouth was re-built in extravagant style in the early 1800s. The name ‘Barcaldine’ contains the element ‘challtuin’, a Gaelic word meaning ‘hazel wood’.

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Onko #kirjariippuvuus diagnosoitu sairaus tai edes oireyhtymä?! Pitäisi olla! Pakkomielteistä kirjojen keräilyähttps://www.rt.com/news/411974-saakashvili-supporters-protest-kiev/ Kuinka pitkälle palauteosiota piti selata että pääsit närkästymään. Joskus vituttaa kun ei tule mitään kunnollista vastaan. Eikö.