Algy gave his feathers a good shake and set off to explore the garden. There were beautiful flowering shrubs everywhere, with bluebells carpeting the ground and tall trees overhead. He found a bush with bright yellow flowers which seemed to be especially fragrant, and perched there happily in the sunshine, listening to the other birds singing all around him.

Algy wasn’t quite sure what had happened. The last thing he could remember was sitting in the gorse, waiting for the rainstorm which was rushing across the loch. But now he seemed to be caught on a branch in a gorgeous bush smothered in huge scarlet flowers. When he had untangled himself a wee bit, he looked around from side to side. All he could see was a beautiful garden, full of sunshine and colour. He thought perhaps the storm had swept him away to Paradise…

The rain was approaching rapidly, sweeping across the hills on the other side of the loch like a trailing black sheet in the wind. Algy retreated to his patch of gorse and prepared to get very wet, although he knew that the squall would pass as quickly as it had arrived. Looking out across the loch, Algy was reminded of some lines from a poem by the Scottish poet Robin Robertson:

          A squall lifts the gorse
          at the brink of the sea-fall:
          the sky’s film turned to fast-forward
          as clouds bloom
          like milk in water.

[Algy is quoting part of the poem Flags of Autumn from Camera Obscura by Robin Robertson.]

The next day, Algy decided to explore the castle. He found that there was a very fine view from the battlements, but in the distance he could see some bad weather approaching across the loch. For the time being, however, the sun was shining and the water was alive with sparkling light.

Algy travelled on a little further, until he reached a spot overlooking the old castle in the great sea loch. Huge masses of golden gorse covered the headland, so he decided to make a bed out of the soft, perfumed flowers. That night Algy dreamed of a tropical island, full of the exotic fragrance of spiced coconut!

Algy set off on his adventure, but he hadn’t got very far before he felt in need of a wee rest, so he found a grassy patch of bluebells by the loch where he could enjoy one of himmelueberhamburg’s “on the way moments” 🙂 The birds were singing and the sun was almost shining, and Algy felt pleased to be out and about.

Algy Adventuring Out and About

Algy will be out and about adventuring in Argyll and Glencoe for the next few days, and his assistant will only occasionally have Wi-FI access (if at all!).

He is hoping to be able to post his daily adventures for you to see, but it may not always be possible. Unfortunately he will not be able to keep up with all your own wonderful images during this time, so please don’t feel that he has forgotten you, because that is certainly not the case 🙂

Algy would especially like to welcome and thank all the new followers who have discovered and “liked” his Adventures over the past couple of weeks. He is very happy indeed to meet you 🙂

Algy will be back home after the weekend, and will catch up with you all then, if not before. Have a wonderful week, and keep smiling xx

The West Highland spring was not at its best this year. It looked as though the dense mist would not lift all day, so Algy decided that the only thing to do was to settle down to some serious reading. He tucked himself tight in under a sheltering rock, as the sheep do in bad weather, and hoped that his book wouldn’t get too damp. In the distance he could hear a ship calling in the foggy Sound. Algy wasn’t lost, but everything else was, so he was reminded of Carl Sandburg’s poem:

          Desolate and lone
          All night long on the lake
          Where fog trails and mist creeps,
          The whistle of a boat
          Calls and cries unendingly,
          Like some lost child
          In tears and trouble
          Hunting the harbor’s breast
          And the harbor’s eyes.

Algy had heard that Yahoo will buy Tumblr, and he was very worried. Is the Tumblr community being sold down the river? Will this mean that he will lose touch with all his lovely new Tumblr friends, and maybe have to discontinue his Adventures on Tumblr? Poor Algy felt very glum. He sat silently in his darkened tree, with just a few rays of light shining out from the clouds behind him, and wondered what the future held for him and all his Tumblr friends. He thought of a poem by the contemporary American poet John Taggart:    

          Darkened not completely dark let us walk in the darkened field
          trees in the field outlined against that which is less dark
          under the trees are bushes with orange berries dark green leaves
          not poetry’s mixing of yellow light blue sky darker than that
          darkness of the leaves a modulation of the accumulated darkness
          orange of the berries another modulation spreading out toward us
          it is like the reverberation of a bell rung three times
          like the call of a voice the call of a voice that is not there.

[Algy is quoting from Orange Berries Dark Green Leaves by John Taggart.]