An alternative to ‘real’ food? (Updated)

According to Huel there are now over 7billion people on the planet and, from a food point of view, that number and the expected growth to 9.7billion by 2050 isn’t sustainable. We, the westernised humans, also throw away a lot of food while at the same time eating badly.

They offer us a simple, singular, solution: Huel, a complete food in powdered form that requires some water and a vigorous shake. What you end up with a sort of milk shake, although there is no milk in it. There are in fact no animal products at all, making this option completely vegan.

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The starter pack with added flavour sachets
But, is it realistic not to eat food? Are we denying ourselves a fundamental pleasure or is it just social programming from an early part of our lives?

I am going to find out.

Today, I embarked on a Huel conversion programme as my starter pack arrived. Firstly, let me tell you what is in the pack: You get two big bags of the complete food powder which equals (at the recommended measure) 28 meals. You also get two scoops (and I ordered a spare, which was free) so I have three of them as I always loose these things, a booklet on how to get started, a drink mixer/bottle, and a promotional free t-shirt so you can identify other weirdos around where you live.

This little lot costs you £45 including delivery, unless you have an IV or AB postcode in which case you’ll be penalised for an extra £3 delivery charge, and your delivery will take twice as long…

I should also point out at this stage that as far as I am aware I have no food allergies. I also don’t have a colon, which means that a vegetarian or vegan diet in the traditional sense is very difficult for me. To be frank, it comes out like it goes in, and my body struggles to benefit from food, especially vegetables, beans, pulses, and all the things that are part of that diet and/or good for you. I am supposed to take a vitamin and mineral supplement but most of the time I forget.

This is another reason I wanted to try Huel. I actually have a lot of trouble eating, well no that’s not true, I have no problem eating, but I have a lot of trouble digesting food. I am hoping that my body will like Huel, that I will feel better, perhaps loose a little weight from the bad stuff I can eat so very easily (and also digest), and maybe my consciousness will be better because I won’t be contributing to the suffering of animals.

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My first Huel experience
I had a nice email conservation with the founder of Huel about my specific diet issues, and the lack of a colon, and he recommended that I start with replacing one meal a day and use a blender rather than just shaking the mixture in the bottle. So this is what I am doing. I also started with the sweetened Vanilla flavour as recommended on their website.

I made up the recommended amount following the simple instructions, and took a sip. Not too bad, I thought. It doesn’t taste, as some allege, like cold Ready Brek. I actually like Ready Brek. I had a few more sips, and was fine until the sweetness become rather overpowering and I started to gag a little. In preparation for this I had bought some cocoa powder, unsweetened straight cocoa rather than drinking chocolate, and thought I would add a teaspoon of that to it. Whilst this did improve the flavour quite considerably, I was still getting this slightly queasy feeling that I really didn’t like at all. By the time I got around 4/5th of the way through my bottle I felt quite nauseous and so stopped at that point and the rest went down the sink.

Now, I am expecting some ‘bloating and wind issues’, as they are quite well documented on their forum’s and especially during the transition phase. Perhaps the bloating was starting very quickly, even during consumption, and that was the source of the nausea? Or, maybe I just should have ordered the unsweetened version. I feel that I may make my “meals” a bit more watery, and therefore hopefully less sweet, by using a bit less powder to water. The recommended ratio is 5:1 but I might go for a good bit less. This was actually recommended, to me, by the founder, but I wanted to try the authentic initial experience like everyone else first.

As well as ordering the standard starter pack, I also ordered a sample pack of all the supplementary flavours that Huel provide. Some sound more tempting that others; chocolate and coffee sound good, not sure about the custard one. I might also try adding some fresh fruit which should give it more of a kick, and make it more like a smoothie. Hopefully taking away some of that ickyness. There is a definite ickyness to this stuff as it comes.

Half an hour after consuming I feel like I have had a small meal, but I still fancy a biscuit. I’ll be good, and I will experiment more with the next meal option. Perhaps a flavour or fruit? Perhaps if I get around to consuming this lot and ordering more I might try the unflavoured and unsweetened version as I thin this make actually suit my palette better.

I feel a little dizzy and odd, if I am honest, but I can’t say for sure that’s the Huel although I do feel a little disorientated which is most weird. Others have also reported this, but usually after three days when their body is protesting at the removal of some of our naughtier addictions, such as sugar and caffeine, but maybe there is more to it that that?

Watch this space…

 Day 2

I have to confess that I didn’t have any Huel today. To be honest I couldn’t face it. I was put off not only by the sickly flavouring but by the strange after effects, but mainly the over sweet flavour. I would certainly order the non-sweetened and non-flavoured one in the future.

Day 3

Made myself some Huel today, but made it thinner (2 scoops instead of the recommended 3) in an attempt to make it a bit more palatable. I also added some of Huel’s Mocha flavouring which really improved the flavour. The thing is, I had three good mouthfalls and I started to get a headache in one spot. Then the nausea hit me! OMG. Then, worse was yet to come, my mouth started to feel weird and I couldn’t stop salivating. I had to sit down. I can only assume I was having a proper allergic reaction to one or more of the ingredients. My blood pressure dropped and I was unable to get out the chair without hanging on to something. I had to go to the bathroom on my hands and knees, as it was upstairs there was no way I was going to do that vertical. I couldn’t believe it at first. But I was fine yesterday, and absolutely fine moments before. 

Once I started to feel better, a pint of water and an hour later, I did some research. The only ingredient I have not exposed myself to before, at least as far as I am aware of and which constitutes a significant part of Huel is flaxseed. Although rare, it is possible to have the reaction to flaxseed that I have described above. I cannot see that is it anything else, although I would need proper allergy testing to be certain of course. 

I read on the Livestrong website that people who have digestive disorders, such as Ulcerative Colitis which was the route of my surgery, should avoid or at least be very careful with Flaxseed but that is mainly due to its laxative effects. 

It can however, evidently, cause reactions in anyone with an autoimmune related disorder. UC, and Crohns, are thought to be caused by the body attacking itself – an autoimmune response. This would make sense to me then that Flaxseed again could be the cause of the issues I am experiencing. Now, obviously, you can’t trust half of what you read on the internet and you need to check things out with multiple sources and get information from recognised respected and peer reviewed websites, but Livestrong has a better reputation that it’s founder (sadly), and there were others which collaborated this evidence including several state sponsored medical ones. 

I had had some real hopes for the Huel diet, but sadly, it has proven not to be for me. And, I now know I have to avoid flaxseeds! Or at least until I can get proper allergy tested.

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A better read

After careful consideration, and noticing that this site with wordpress doesn’t really cut it from a photographic point of view, I have separated my photography arm from my writing arm. Which is ok, because I am ambidextrous.

This site, blythestorm.com, will now be dedicated to my writing and my new site blythestormphotography.com will showcase my photography.

The great thing about this is, dear reader, that not only will you be able to read about my photography (and my exploits relating to that) here, but you will also be able to read what I have written on a greater number of subjects. Hopefully these articles will continue to entertain, and hopefully inform, not only my loyal readers but also a wider audience whilst bringing together all my readers into one place. No fighting please.

Those of you who follow me here will already know that I have written about my depression and how creativity, through photography, made a large impact on how I live with it, but did you know that I also write on environmental subjects? If you follow me on Twitter then you’ll know my stance on hunting, especially the illegal persecution of wildlife related to it. Freeing this site from being centred on my photography will mean I will be able to write all my articles to one place and so I have closed my other two blogs, my wildlife/environmental one, and my Olympus PEN-f specific one. But you won’t have to read subjects that don’t interest you, I mean who would? 

I’ve changed the menu so you can see the most recent posts from the front page but easily navigate by subject using the menu to sections which interest you. My photography lessons, which were appearing on my Olympus site will now appear here instead.

All posts will take comments, links, and ping backs etc, although all comments are moderated and subject to site admins approval. There will continue to be no tolerance to abusive or offensive comments so don’t come here to start a fight because I don’t feed trolls. They make nice pets, and I have several on Twitter already, but I really don’t have time to engage with idiots. So, you have been warned. As I said earlier, no fighting please.

I am not migrating any articles from my other sites, the material on this site will be totally new (that’s a relief for the readers and more work for me). If you enjoy an article you can not only comment but you can also support the author by ‘buying me a beer’ by clicking the link at the bottom of the article. This will take you to a PayPal option and you can buy me as many beers as you like by putting in your own price. Any advertising on this site makes money for WordPress, not for me, and I am not paying them to remove it.

Well that’s the update folks, although many of you won’t read it for a few days because you’ll all be turning your iOS up to 11 and since it was only launched tonight it’s bound to mess up. Me? I’m waiting until the rest of the world has suffered for a few days and they release 11.1 with the bugs ironed out. 

Cheerio for now. 

X

End of the affair

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Sunset on the first evening, following a day of rain and storms.

After 20 years, my love affair with Skye has, I think, now ended. It is not the island, and it is not the people, it is the crowds.

I arrived in pouring rain, which isn’t unusual for anything on the western most side of Scotland, and the next day, with it forecast to be in for the whole day, took a trip into Portree for supplies.

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A short circular walk from Portree take you to views of Dun Caan, past the memorials for the Nicolson/McNeacail clan, but sadly it is cut short at this point due to a landslip.

Skye has become a victim of its own success, attracting over 60,000 visitors for the August bank holiday weekend alone (according to a resident).  The roads, mainly single track with passing places, just cannot cope. Even if the visitors knew how to drive on them…and too many don’t. Without the docking cruise ships, even with just the coaches, the line for the only ladies toilets stretched for over 60 people and part way around the town. When finally you could get a seat, as it were, the result was barely tolerable, and a long way from pleasant. But at least Portree has toilets…

The third day, my second full day on the island, and looking slightly at slightly more promising weather, I set off the most northerly point on Skye – Rubha Hunish on the Trotternish peninsula. After getting my boots nearly sucked off my feet in the boggy terrain following the lines of walkers to ever nook and cranny, I had wished for my wellies! I also wished it hadn’t rained for days beforehand, and quite a few less people.

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The Lookout; ex-Coastguard station and now Mountain Bothy Association open shelter.
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Looking out The Lookout towards the Outer Hebrides in the rain.
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Now that Trotternish is blessed with 4G (albeit intermittent and only recent acquisition), I wonder if the landline phone still works?
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Rubha Hunish points towards the Uists, with views also of the bottom of the Isle of Harris, and on a clear day, potentially, the Isle of Lewis.
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The fireplace that isn’t, and the interesting book collection (a bible, a German philosopher, and a guidebook to Fungi to mention just three).

The walk is an out and back, which means retracing your steps and trying to keep your boots about you when all about you are losing theirs…

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The Northern end of the Trotternish ridge.

…takes you past a cleared village, and on to meet a sheep sank at the “main” road.

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Sheep station, or sank, by the start/end of the walk.
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The main road from the carpark, and the reminder of a time now gone when red phone boxes were needed, and a passing place would illicit a courteous wave.

Just along the road a bit further is the Skye Museum of Island Life – a collection of Blackhouses showing the islands way of life through the ages.

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Blackhouse
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The reconstruction within this Blackhouse shows how up to ten people, including children, would share a space with box beds. It was quiet, warm, and felt comforting and safe, as the wind was howling again from the north, blowing rain into the face when outside.
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A 150 year old loom which was still being used up until the mid 1950s – Skye residents are still multifaceted with many doing more than one job to provide and income. This is true of most island residents throughout the Scottish isles.
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Replica shop in another Blackhouse.

I was particularly moved by a series of letters from Johnnie dating back to WWI and on display in the final Blackhouse. There was one about him shipping out with his chums to France, and another thanking his sister for her parcel, which had reached him at the front. He said she could put in some tinned Salmon, or Sardines, next time if she felt inclined.

Sadly, Johnnie would never receive the second parcel as the third piece of paper on show is the notification from Kitchener’s war office. Johnnie had been Killed in Action just three days after writing his letter to his sister.

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The next day, the weather forecast was terrible so I decided to explore nearby Camas Mor. Just a few minutes drive from the accommodation it was a lovely bay, small harbour, and was well served by a parking area with bins, two bench seat and tables, and a magnificent view. I would have been perfect it here had been a toilet, but as the residents of Skye will tell you, the Council is not inclined to providing (m)any facilities.

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Camas Mor
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Looking towards the Hebrides again, this time from Camas Mor.

It proved to actually be the best weather day of the entire trip! Sadly, by the time I realised it wasn’t going to get better it was too late.

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Lily at Camas Mor.

The day was not wasted, although the birds were nowhere to be seen, and the hoped for wildlife of seals, dolphins, and even whales, never appeared either: Just three Cormorants and a few assorted gulls to show for the hours of patient watching, plus some photos too, of course.

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Hand of God?

Driving back a slightly different route, following the grid pattern of small roads, took me past a derelict church which still had some sections of plaster and painted murals covering the remains of the walls.

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Lovaig Bay and the “Coral” Beaches – made from small shells and calcified seaweed.

The final day of the trip and I was desperate for a walk which wouldn’t be a quagmire, after the days of continual rain. I headed, along with a hundred or more other people (and I don’t exaggerate here) towards Dunvegan. Passing by the castle I hoped the beaches would be quieter and on arriving there was a space or two in the car park. By the time I had walked the 4 miles to the far end of the bay and back I was nearly boxed in by some bad parking to the front, a tree to the rear, and unable to open the passenger door for the inconsiderate parking of the neighbour. Almost every car in the place had a ’17’ plate and a sticker on the fuel filler cap reminding the driver what to fill it up with. According to the residents I spoke to, almost every car you see between 7am and 7pm is a hire car. Or a camper van…

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Waves at Lovaig Bay.

My dog ran into the waves, got soaked right over, and came out grinning (Staffordshire Bull Terriers not only have the ability to ‘smile’ but also seem to have very good comic timing and a well judged sense of humour. My first one used to go and sit on the lino’ in the hall when he wanted to fart because it made it much louder…no kidding).

When I got my current squeeze, he was terrified of everything and that including the sea. Now, four years later, he can’t wait to get his paws wet. Watching his shear joy and exuberance of running into the waves made the whole trip, and even the bad weather worth it, but I am sure there were less people in Edinburgh during the Fringe than there was on the Isle of Skye last week.

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The End

Bad weather?

ST0RM_A_BW_004Sitting in a little wooden cabin, back on the Isle of Skye, looking out in the fading evening light towards North Uist and the Isle of Harris. It’s been raining, hard, all day, but there is a chink in the sky. The distant hills and mountains are hiding one minute and revealed the next, albeit, brief interlude in the rain. The wind is picking up and the clouds are rolling like thunder across the sky, it’s hard to see if the water is being picked up off the sea or coming down to rejoin it. But the waves are quiet and the sea gently laps at the shore, the sparkly of light on the sea reflecting the touch of sunlight above. It will be dark soon, the sun setting somewhere behind the clouds….somewhere, out west, where the none to distant shore of Uist meets the unforgiving Atlantic.

Shooting my depression

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In 2004, and again in 2005, I had two major surgeries. I don’t know if I suffered depression as a result of the anaesthetic, the ill health that preceded it, or if it was just my time and my turn. I mean, one in three of us is going to get at some point. But, I got through it, without any therapy type help and with only a short spell on medication. Then it happened again.

Around five years ago I suffered another, more severe, spell of depression. This time I was suicidal, although I wouldn’t admit it to anyone. I think the doctor figured it out, and she talked to me about lots of things other than why I felt the way I did. She realised that my one channel of escape was my photography. At the time, creativity was the last thing I felt capable of. But, she also realised I had a hard streak, a defiant tenacity that surfaced, sometimes in anger, and sadly often in alcohol.

She saw I needed a direction, and she challenged me. She suggested that even a “professional photographer” couldn’t come up with a decent image every day.  I argued, that they could. I believed I could. The challenge was set.

Of course, she probably didn’t quite understand quite how tenacious I can be, or how determined (read also as ‘bloody minded’). I didn’t just decide to come up with one decent image a day, but to come up with one decent image a day EVERYDAY, for A YEAR.

I started on New Years Day, at dawn. And I took three photos;

They weren’t very good and I didn’t even have a decent camera at the time. I’d been depressed now for several months and I’d lost pretty much everything; work, money, I’d hocked my equipment, I sold my self esteem.

At the time I decided to do this, I didn’t actually realise how difficult this would be. It wasn’t difficult to come up with an image, but to come up with a new image, every day, when all I wanted to do was stay in bed and cry was bloody hard work. But, it did something for my depression; it made me get out of bed and get off my arse. It made me get outside in the fresh air, sometimes in the pouring rain, and do something.

My depression lifted, eventually, around four months after I first contemplated my suicide and realised I needed help. Medication was a part of it, a very necessary part of it, and regular conversations with my GP helped no end. Support from my friends, some who really understood because they’d been in their own hells, helped too. But the thing that I think made such a huge difference, to me, was getting out there with my camera and taking photos. I treated every day as an assignment, as if someone were going to be paying me to get the shot. It was hard, and I didn’t always feel like it, and sometimes I would rage against myself, my friends, and inwardly at the whole world. But I got out there and I took my photos. I did it with a cold, I even managed a photo with flu taken in the kitchen whilst trying desperately not to cough and then I threw up.

I couldn’t work at the time, nobody would have employed me the state I was in, but it helped me to think that one day they might. It helped me to think that what I was doing would be seen by other people so I made an online blog, and I published my photos of the day, each day, and every day. I didn’t have the money to go very far, so many of my images were based on the area in which I was living at the time and I think that’s partly why I ended up with a small but quite dedicated local following.

The photos that I took during this period weren’t very good, and looking back now I can actually see my periods of lowest mood from the images I shot. Some are very dark, and very sad. Some are angry and raging against the injustices I felt in the world, my little world or the bigger one. Some are just boring photos that I took to get the job over with. Some make me chuckle.

And just some of those images are still in my portfolio today.

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Looking back on them now whilst I can see my depression, or the effect it was having on me at times, I am also reminded that actually I am a damned fine photographer.

My depression is always with me, always lurking around somewhere waiting. I do not hide from it, and I do not pretend it isn’t there. Some days, even just this week, I want to stop the world and get off, to hide in the closet and never come out again. Some days I get up feeling inspired, then it sort of just…goes down hill from there. Whatever I am feeling though, I know I can channel some it into my photography. The results may not be publishable, and I might even delete the whole damn lot, but I know that going out and creating something works more times than it does not. Some times going out isn’t possible, but that doesn’t matter either.

I would say, because of the audience this site has, that I have never let a client down, and I never will. Not if it’s in my control, even when my depression isn’t. I have never not turned up on a job and I have no intention of starting now, no matter how hard it is sometimes to get out of my pit and actually do it, but I do it, always.

When I am shooting for myself, or just shooting as a prelude or prospect, then some days the creative juices flow, and some days they don’t. Some days I can write from 4am until 4am the next day and other days the words won’t come out at all. But it doesn’t really matter, they’re only words and photographs anyway. They aren’t going to determine the future of anyones life but mine. And some days that doesn’t seem to mean much either.

Thank you for listening.

Blythe

 

Findochty to Cullen with the Olympus PEN-F

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The Moray Coastal Trail runs from Forres in West to Cullen in the East, and is a long distance trail of around 50 miles, which isn’t a long long distance trail, but its not a day hike either. Although if you look at it in little sections, it provides a convenient path between the coastal towns and villages, an more convenient off-road route for cyclists, and a gentle stroll for those of us who are feeling a bit less committed that the long distance hiker. Being a bit noncommittal after two divorces, I have hiked almost all of it, also twice, because I’ve done it in sections as “there and back” outings.

It’s an ideal stroll as in many sections it uses bit of the old railway track, so it is often fairly level, but there are options to adopt a more robust and strenuous, “walkers only”, path along some sections of the clifftops. These routes drop in and out of many secluded bays, are generally longer, and also provide some wonderful experiences of the local geological features. It is also far easier to have a pee on them if you’re a woman because there are more places to hide your arse. For men, not so much of a problem.

The trail, or individual sections, can of course be walked in either direction, and as I go out and back sometimes I take the photos in the opposite order to the way I write about it because I like to enjoy the walk and then get the shots on the way back. But I am not going to bore you with showing you the same bits twice.

The slide show above features 10 images from the Findochty (pronounced Finichty or Finechty depending on if they come from Buckie or further along the coast) to Cullen section. Cullen is famous as the home of the original Cullen Skink; a rich creamy soup using smoked haddock pieces and potatoes, and comes highly recommended by the author 😉

A little about each picture:

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My walk started in Findochty harbour, which is where my post Wee Horses, Wee Boats sort of finished. Although the harbour is now used mainly by leisure craft, there are still some creel pot fishermen as shown in this photo. The bigger trawlers having moved to Buckie in the late 1800’s, where a deeper harbour could accommodate the ever larger vessels.

 

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The Moray Coast interests geologists, with many paying trips to examine the exposed Cullen Quartzite formations. Psammitic beds are interbedded with thinner pelitic beds, and other sedimentary features can also easily be seen right along the coast here. Evidently, we have evidence of crenulations cleavage, and even secondary cleavage (which doesn’t sound flattering to anything other than rocks), as well as garnets in quartzite rocks on sections of the coast near to Cullen itself.

The most famous rock formation on this section of the walk is Bow Fiddle Rock, which has quite frankly been “done to death”.

 

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Birds are singing

The weather was glorious the whole way along the coast, with birds singing in the gorse and plenty of birds and boats on the water. I was delighted to see, albeit briefly, a small pod of the Firth’s famous resident Bottlenose Dolphins on the return leg.

The coast always attracts a number of migrant birds during the Spring and Autumn, and it is not unusual for some real rarities to turn up.

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Portknockie harbour

Portknockie harbour is a two basin harbour with berthing for up to 50 boats. Now mainly used by pleasure craft and leisure fishermen, there is still a small industry of crab and lobster boats, although most are now part-time. It also boasts a salt water fed open-air swimming pool which can be seen in the left basin in the photo. The town of Portnockie is mainly situated above the harbour, on the cliff top, and overlooks it.

 

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The Fishermen’s Hall, Portknockie

The Fishermen’s Hall (this is the correct title as displayed on the name plaque), is believed to have been built in 1820. It was initially used a coal store by the Society of Fishermen (est. 1819), and started life as single storey with a thatched roof. It gained elevation and a state roof in 1842, and then to two full stories at the turn of the century. It has had a number of uses including hosting some notable local weddings during the mid-late 1800s. By 1994 it was is a poor state of repair, and the then owners Moray Council, put it up for sale. There was little interest until 2002 when it sold and the new owners sort permission to convert it into flats, but this was refused. It has been renovated, but to what end I am not sure. More info here

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Oceanic garage

Not actually sure if this is a garage or a shed, but basing my observation on the fact you could drive into it I’m calling it a garage. The residents of Portknockie are, rightly, proud of their beautiful coastal town, although more of a village, and work very hard to keep up appearances. Evidence of murals to the sea can be found tucked away throughout the town, including this garage, and the community has it’s own website and newsletter, although 2015 seems to be the last available online.

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Home of the Zulu

The Zulu design of fishing boat originated in Portknockie, and was the successor of the Fifie. The hull design came from nearby Lossiemouth, and this was developed into the Zulu craft (named after the war raging, at the time, in southern Africa).  Over 100 of these boats were built in this small rock cove, and it became a well respected design. Tragedy was often too common to sea faring communities, and a Portknockie boat, The Evangeline, was very sadly one of them.

 

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Approaching Cullen

There are two approaches to Cullen, one on the cycle path which takes you over the famous viaduct, and one which takes you along the cliff top and then down onto the beach. This photo was taken from the cycle path which goes over the viaduct on the old railway line. It was hot, I was lazy.

 

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Tee’s off for a song

Cullen Golf Course proudly states it is the ‘Worlds Shortest True Links Course’. Designed by Old Tom Morris as a 9-hole, it was later extended to 18 holes by local architect Charlie Neaves. Although the course is short, nestling alongside the beach between the cliffs and the viaduct, it has 18 challenging 3-par and 4-par holes in the most stunning location imaginable. Immaculately kept greens permit around 3-hours a round.

 

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Cullen from the old railway

Due to the weather being so warm (bordering hot), and unusually so for August in Scotland, I didn’t go right the way into Cullen itself as it was becoming a bit too much for my dog. We stopped on top of the famous viaduct a short way on from this last photo for lunch and then turned back. The wonderful things about this part of Scotland are the accessibility of the beaches, the light, and the skies. While I still have a preference for mountains and lochs, the coast doesn’t have the same issues with midges so that’s a definite bonus to time spent here.

 

The photography:

All the images were shot with my Olympus PEN-F, after all, that is in the sub-title of this blog site, and using either the Olympus Zuiko M.14-42mm/f3.5-5.6EZ ‘pancake’ lens or the Olympus Zuiko M.9-18mm/f4.0-5.6 lens. Both of these are easily pocket sized, and very light, with surprisingly good optical quality. The 14-42mm ‘kit’ lens often gets a very undeserved bad press and I have found it a surprising pleasure. But don’t take just my word for it; Robin Wong has an excellent article about the lens here.

All the images in this feature are jpegs shot in-camera with some additional cropping in Adobe Lightroom (LR) to give the required emphasis for the story I was creating. I have used the histogram, also in LR, to bring out the full range of tones, as I am still getting used to the customisation features of the PEN-F. As a result of this outing I have now made some further adjustments to the feature in the camera, mainly using the curves in-camera adjustment to increase the range of tones and contrast during future shoots. This shoot was done using the defaults in the Mono 1 creative mode with contrast set to neutral (default), and sharpening to +1. I have also applied a gentle Yellow filter, again in-camera, as a customisable option.

Due to the overall brightness of the shooting period (more on that below), I set the Exposure compensation to -0.3 to ensure the highlights were not blown out. I used Aperture Priority throughout the walk to keep things simple, and for some reason all the images I selected for this blog were shot at f10. This wasn’t deliberate, and I have shots taken at different apertures, the ones I liked most were all f10. Weird…

The camera was set to ISO200, and I didn’t find a need for a tripod even though I carried one. Image stabilisation was turned off throughout. The reason for this is two fold – firstly, I have never been a fan and I have found (previously with Nikon) that you can often get sharper images without it. I prefer to either raise the ISO, or use a tripod, when required. I cannot see how introducing movement, even microscopic movement, can make an image sharper and to me it is only worth using in very low light if you’ve really reached the reasonable limits of handholding/ISO/aperture of lens.

The second reason is that I find that the PEN-F gets notoriously warm with it switched on, especially around the handgrip, and turning it off stops this completely. There is an added bonus in that it also increases battery life. Of course, in the winter I might yet switch it back on and use the camera as a hand warmer….(kidding, fix please Olympus).

All the images in this entry were shot between 12.50 and 15.33 (I can be this exact because it’s in the file data) and on Sunday 27th August, 2017. This period of time is supposed to be the photographic desert period when nobody shoots anything due to the bright, unfavourable, light. The fact it was cloudy allowed some interest in the sky to be maintained, although the cloud was at times rather thin and widespread, but it reduced the need for graduated ND filters to a good degree. When the clouds were more compacted, ‘fluffy’, and therefore more interesting, the difference between the blue sky and the more broken clouds greatly improved the photographic opportunities. As a result, in these images I increased the amount of sky included. Photography is as much about what you leave out as what you include.

My preference for monochromatic images does also allow for more shooting at what is often viewed as a ‘bad’ time of day, but sometimes you just have to get what you can at the time, and I find the Olympus PEN-F allows me to do that. I don’t really think there is a ‘bad’ time for photography, you just have to adapt to the light you’re given or find a way to manipulate or compensate for it.

There are two very famous views of this area; the Cullen viaduct being one, and as I alluded earlier Bow Fiddle Rock being the other, but I have deliberately avoided these because I find they have become cliches. I had a conversation with the director of a local tourist body no so long ago and he said; “oh, god, if I have to see one more picture of Bow Fiddle flipping rock”.

Photographers can copy others, or write their own stories.

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A little bit street

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The joy of having a discreet camera cannot be under estimated when you want to shoot in an urban or city surrounding. I found that shooting with the Olympus PEN-F and it’s little pancake Zuiko 14-42mm/f3.5-5.6 EZ lens was just a joy.

Being able to control the output and filtration of the images whilst shooting is a bonus of the customisable options on the PEN-F which meant I was able to adjust each image at the time of shooting without it being a distraction from the image taking process.

I’m still convinced by the output of the in-camera jpegs in quite the same way as I was with the Fujifilm ACROS setting that I wrote about previously, but I think there is more scope of customisation with the Olympus system and so I just have to experiment.

The image quality from the smaller sensor, being micro 4/3rds rather than APS-C does not seem to make any significant difference to the images produced when viewed on my 5K monitor even at 100% and I do not anticipate any issues with printing the images to seriously large sizes. As I have said before, everything has its limitations and you just work around them. I’ve shot and printed from much smaller sensors and with many fewer megapixels in the past.

The PEN-F actively encourages you to go outside of your comfort zone and try new things, and that just has to be good for creativity.

For more images from this visit to Elgin, please visit my dedicated blog site

 

 

Lessons in Photography – free online course

Starting later this week, and going on for around 12 weeks, I will be offering the materials from my Beginners Course in Photography online for the first time.

For Lessons 1-4 please click HERE