July is the time we get together with old friends for a week of fishing and hedonistic self-indulgence in Scotland. These friendships date back to the ‘70s in Johannesburg and since our many happy times together there, everyone has made their homes elsewhere, most back here in the UK.
So, this week in Grantown-on-Spey is a wonderful chance to catch-up; six days of hopeful casting for salmon and in the evenings, reminiscences, story telling, great meals around the huge dining table and lots of Scottish Communion Wine. And for me yesterday, a painful, fully clad tumble with rod and wading stick into the very chilly waters of the Spey itself.
The least said about that, the better.
Most mornings I‘ve been out early, camera in hand – shooting the countryside – usually with some good results. Yesterday however, the light was very poor and I managed only one good shot, which I’m still fighting with – the telephone wires really don’t add anything to the picture.
This morning dawned heavily overcast and with rain forecast, I opted to stay around the house and catch up with some reading. But as most of you will know only too well, the gentle snick of a shutter is an addictive thing and with only the scudding murk outside, I decided to use this silent time (it’s usually only me up and about so early) for some photography of the huge house we rent for these annual Highland gatherings.
These are the results – all shot with the Fuji X-Pro2 and Fuji’s 16mm f1.4 used wide open.
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