Monday, 29 February 2016

An East Lothian stroll




Sunshine on a frosty spring morning, perfect for wee ramble round East Lothian and a climb up Traprain Law where the legendary King Lot, who gave his name to the Lothians, had his capital.
It was certainly the oppidum of the Gododdin, the Votadini to the Romans and the "Men of the North" in the Welsh poem - Y Gododdin. 

 They marched south to the aid of their Brythonic kinfolk, the proto-Welsh tribes, fighting to  repel the Anglo-Saxon invaders and, at Catterick in Yorkshire, were utterly defeated.

Men went to Catraeth, swift was their host.
Fresh mead was their feast, their poison too.
Three hundred waging war, under command,
And after joy, there was silence.
Three hundred gold-torqued,
warlike, wonderful
Three hundred proud ones,
Together, armed;
Three hundred fierce horses
Carried them forward,
Three hounds and three hundred,
Sad, they did not return. 

 
Their land eventually became part of the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Northumbria but the ramparts of their citadel can still be seen on the hill top.


Iron Age earthwork
A slippery climb up the north side of the hill where the sun had still to reach the frosty ground was well worth the effort for the view from the summit across the Firth of Forth from Berwick Law and the Bass to the snowy Grampians in the distance.

The rocky plateau has a trig point and a wee lochan and, at the east end, an outcrop split in two millennia ago by glaciation into the Mother Stone and the Maiden Stone.
 Squeezing between the two is supposed to ensure fertility !
The Mother Stone and The Maiden Stone

A cautious descent to the road and a stroll to Hailes Castle seemed like good idea.

So, directed by a old finger pointing sign post, I set off.  
Haddington - 5/8ths of a mile!



The mighty "fortalice of Halis" withstood attack by Harry Hotspur in 1400 prior to his victory against the Scots at Homildon Hill as recounted by Shakespeare in Henry IV


Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
At Holmedon met,
Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
As by discharge of their artillery,
....
The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
On Holmedon's plains.

It is still plain to see how Hailes withstood  Hotspur's assault. With its mighty 13th century curtain wall and ditch to the front and the river Tyne behind, it must have represented a formidable challenge to any attacker. A fortified water-gate allowed access to the river so a siege would have been difficult and prolonged. It still impresses with its sheer strength and solidity.

The wall above the river

The West Tower

The Water Gate

From the Bronze Age to the Union of 1707, these fortresses of Trapain and Hailes dominated and guarded the coastal plain from Dunbar to Edinburgh where the AI now roars, unimpeded and mindless of them.

Traprain Law from Hailes

...and nobody measures their journey to 5/8ths of a mile!

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Madness or Moonshine




The recent full moon was the Lenten Moon or the Snow Moon as the Americans call it and, true to form, there were a few flakes drifting down this morning but they soon vanished with the sunshine. The cold bright sunlight has brightened the post winter gloom and Spring does seem on its way. 
The aconites, snowdrops and crocuses are out as are the hellebores.
The Christmas Rose (helleborus niger), the earliest of its kind is past now but the Lenten Rose (helleborus orientalis) is in full flower.


Poisonous, its name means "harmful to eat", it has many legends surrounding it. In witchcraft, it is used to summon demons. In Greek mythology it was used to save the daughters of the king of Argos from madness and was supposed to have been used to poison Alexander the Great. That such a delicate flower could be so toxic and yet so appealing makes one reflect on the nature of things.






Full moons are supposed to induce madness or lunacy though scientific evidence seems to suggest that this is all moonshine... unless you are a werewolf!
 There is still something bewitching... there's that magic word again...about full moons.

The next full moons will be the Egg Moon in April, the Milk Moon in May and the Flower Moon in June......and in May there will be a Blue Moon but that's another story.
As Lent approaches, what will I give up?
 Not moon-watching anyway.



Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Painting the clouds with sunshine


Pre-dawn

Up early this morning to try and catch a sight of the "dance of the planets" Five of the planets are to line up across the sky just before dawn all this week from Jupiter, up near the brightest star Arcturus, to Mars, Saturn, then to Venus and finally, Mercury low on the horizon. Hopefully the clear skies will hold until the weekend.

 Waxing Gibbous Moon


The stars were bright enough to overcome the light of a gibbous moon so the planets could be picked out.  Jupiter big and bright, Mars dusky red, Saturn  difficult to spot and Venus clear as ever. Clouds low on the horizon obscured Mercury.
The fiery red dawn heralded another rare phenomenon, a mother-of-pearl sky or nacreous clouds.



High in the stratosphere they didn't move but shone, vivid and iridescent for an hour or more until the rising sun dispelled their magic.


  The camera, at least, my camera didn't do it justice.  Truly worth getting of of bed early to witness.