Mist over Montserrat

The mist was lying low this morning, so after feeding Bomble I headed back upstairs with my camera. By scrambling over the clutter on my desk and opening the window. I managed this narrow shot through the hinges, because it's one of those 'modern' PV windows. The area of the hillside I've blipped is called Montserrat and is adjacent to the hamlet of Butterow, on the hillside opposite our house in Stroud's Golden Valley.

At school, we had the Harvest Festival and a tasting/sharing event for CAFOD. The nursery children had a lovely time running around the hall with orange balloons with pumpkin faces on them!

Afterwards, I had a free afternoon (rare these days) so had lunch in one of Stroud's many parks/green spaces and then went to the cinema to see What we did on our holidays. It was supposed to be a comedy, but I found plenty of tragedy in it! Billy Conolly seemed to be playing himself, as the straight talking grandfather-figure that is dying. Lots of very 21st century detail in it. It seems to have been shot on the beach at Morar, or nearby: I recognised some of the beach-scene views as very similar to those from Arisaig. I know it's one I'll watch again, when it comes out on DVD.

I started walking home and stopped to chat to a busker, then realised I was feeling raw after the film, so popped into Black Books for a coffee. Unusually, there was no one in there that I knew, so I did a bit of down-to-earth document reading and headed home to CleanSteve and Bomble, the big beastie!

I've written about Arisaig in an earlier blip, here.