I live in a camper van with a West Highland Terrier for company.
My passion is creating images but it is a work in progress.
I am always willing to share what knowledge I have and can be contacted through the comments on this post or e-mail ADRIAN

Wednesday 25 July 2018


I've had a busy day. It's scorchio, really scorchio; again. I can't recall a summer in the United Kingdom like it but there again I missed lots of summers here.
I needed some new work shirts, I got a posh shirt not long ago from Hoggs at half price but I forgot I had it on and did a bit of stick welding and it now has several little holes in the front and sleeves. The moral learnt from this occurrence is to dry the blasted rods, check what I'm wearing,wear a boiler suit or get a new wife. Three decisions too many. If this fails as it did listen to my sister.
 I used to use Oxfam, Shave the Children or Barnardo's for such things but am totally disillusioned with these so called charities. I cancelled my direct debits eighteen months ago as I decided they were working for themselves and not their customers. 
Young Hanifa is still walking fifty miles a day for water, she still has flies in her eyes. The only thing my fiver a month to Oxfam has bought is a tap on the end of the water and a population explosion in an area that can't support humans. To be fair that's not all it bought. It helps employ an otherwise unemployable executive, a few pervs, a few peados and pays expenses for virtue signalling volunteers who may or may not be be pervy. To top it all poor Hanifa  now gets covered in the dust kicked up by a Mercedes 4x4 driven by a charioteer walla going to give her mum one in exchange for a Twix and an apple whilst the poor mite is carting water. I guess she is lucky to be fetching the water. Not all children are so lucky as many will testify here. Import the third world and learn to tolerate the stick sharpeners and kiddy fiddlers. Their kultcher init.

I still give to charity. The Wee Frees and the dementia lot get it now. The former run a druggy place in Glenrothes. The latter no doubt waste it but at least it's wasted near home and unlike most charities they have an excuse for not be able to remember where the money went.
I also needed a new vapour/nicotine whatsit as the other fell out of my pocket and I drove over it. Idiot I am. Expensive business is this vaping but the lass taking my money mitigates some of the pain. She is Polish and a drop dead gorgeous mucky looking thirty odd year old. I asked her out for a pie and a pint but Polish or not there is nothing wrong with her command of English or her powers of discrimination. My visits to the vape shop remind me of that comedy programme where the bloke used to go for a take out coffee every morning. What was that called?

The new machine has arrived. The low loader driver is a wimp and unloaded it in the town. I acted as escort with head lamps on and hazards for the four mile saunter up the glen. Forgot the schools are out yet again. I'm driving the middle of the road with an arm out the window flapping up and down to stop traffic. The bus stops, I stop. He says am I okay, I say fine, he's only about twelve feet wide and it's not your bus. Other farmers and lorry drivers are no bother. The once a year drivers are a nightmare. They are on holiday, not in any sort of rush but insist on trying to squeeze a car were  I'm telling them a car won't go, nor can the three we met today reverse. One was in such a tizzy I offered to back it up for her, the husband in the passenger seat with brood in the back chirps up saying you won't be insured and Abigail has only just passed her test. I did wonder how Abigail had passed but refrained from saying so. I thought the low loader driver a wimp. Made me wonder who fathered Abigail's children. He looked a bit of a Soyboy and she had a gob like the Mersey tunnel. Most likely an arse to match.

It's back.
In glorious HDR. The halos are free.

This is me and looking so thin. Worth every penny for tha cab screen.

She looks good, Nothing naughty like bearings in the dropped oils. A bit of rust, A couple of chains want splitting and maybe replacing, Belts are like new. The cost of chain lube is just silly but worth it. It's the stuff you soak chains in and it's all runny but after a bit it dries and works a treat. On a Fireblade driven hard for about three hundred miles but posh as this combine is it is not a Honda Fireblade.
Have fun.

Sunday 22 July 2018


I decided to take some time away this morning and had a couple of hours Dragonflying. It was pretty hopeless as it's blowing half a gale. Lots of Green Veined White Butterflies around.
This is a female.
I then noticed these two beauties on an adjacent thistle.

They aren't rare but I hadn't managed a picture of one prior to these so a good mornings outing.. They are Antler Moths.
Enjoy your week.

Monday 9 July 2018


Today there is not much to report from sunny Scotland, The weather is cooler this morning so I'm hoping for a pleasant day. I'm still playing in both FreeCAD and Blender. I am making a title sequence in Blender and it is coming on a treat. I am trying to use a font called Ravi but it is difficult to get the mesh clean enough. I will sort it and soon I hope.
Politicians are still acting like five year olds both here and abroad. Their saving grace being that without them there would be little to laugh at. President Trump is popping over from the old colony this week so that should shake them up a bit. The queer folk had a march but I've only heard reports, no pictures this year as I suspect public decency laws made them impossible to publish. I did read that there was a bit of a spat about who should lead the show. There must be a hierarchy developing, we will no doubt have to get a funny buggers arbitrator in before they start eating each other.
 It was reasonably clear yesterday morning so I went up to the masts on East Lomond, here is the panorama.
You can see for miles. The little pimple on the horizon just left of centre is Bass Rock at the entrance to the Firth of Forth.
Have a great week.

Wednesday 4 July 2018


Three times I have been out. The crack of dawn, which is around three o'clock here, midday and again a bit after that. I was looking for a Wall Brown butterfly. I have seen orange butterflies flitting about but non settled until Friday when I confirmed what I was seeing. I got it in focus and it flew off just as I pressed the button that makes the clicking noise. They are about but have endless energy.
Alf went to the vet again on Monday and now seems much improved. Whilst he was there I had a trip to the horses.
 This is Rambo but he is entered into events as Rum and Coke. I like this beast and he wandered over for a chat but once he realised the camera wasn't edible went back to grazing. He can be a tinker but has always treated me fine. Seventeen and a bit hands of solid mischief. If I'm mending his loose box drinker he steals tools and kicks them around. I'm sure he only trashes his drinker to get attention. Either that or he fancies a career as a plumber.
Darcy on the left and Talisker on the right. They are a bit smaller. Talisker is about racehorse size with tiny feet. We were having a bit of mutual grooming. Not the Muzzie sort of  grooming you have to understand. I scratch his neck and he nibbles my hair and shirt. My sister wanted some video of my horse whispering ability so I started scratching him again and he bit me; must have confused me with a towelhead. I've not seen the video but I gave him a slap and a special word for his performance. Little sod.
Alf is looking good after the vets attention but he is on tablets and has to go back weekly. I hope they can sort him.
He is a bit dirty as he went bog trotting whilst I was Butterflying. 
The Barley is looking fine it has all it's seeds and now just needs a drop of rain to swell them.
Now here is the result of hours of energy sapping sitting.
A Ringlet Butterfly. Where are the rings?

Here they are. Enough ringsto satisfy anyone. Even their eyes have bits of rings.
I don't watch the Wendyball but am happy England won. I would like to be more enthusiastic but have decided that I must be homophobic. More faggotry than one can shake a stick in Wendyball. I heard yesterday that the NHS is stopping paying for Gay counselling. Fine by me as I have never felt the urge to be one.
Dake the movie has hit problems. I enjoy doing titles but have bitten off more than I can currently chew. I suspect another fortnight will be required whilst I battle with HDIs and global lighting in Blender.
Have fun.