For two years, the Chaudiere Bridge and Domtar Mill were between home and work for me. Indeed, throughout Ottawa’s long winter bus strike (and much of the time in nicer months), I would walk through both most days of the week. The mill is mostly shut down now, though part of it has been converted [...]
By climbing the slippery canyon walls, you could get a good view of the middle section of the cascade. I had to spent a very long and uncomfortable day traveling to see them, so readers should be willing to tolerate a large number of pictures of the falls. Pool at the base of the falls [...]
Sorry to have been so slow in posting these. Life has involved a lot of disruption, moving from Oxford to Vancouver to Ottawa. Crowd at the Gnawa Festival beach stage. Marakkesh street at night The Kasbah Mosque, in the southern part of the city. Cascades d’Ouzoud This donkey had the unenviable task of carrying empty [...]
The edge of the Djemma El Fna at night. The three Norwegian women I met in Essaouira. Gulls over the Atlantic. Essaouira harbour. View from atop the sea wall.
Some of the detail from the Ali ben Youssef Medersa. Mosque in Marrakesh. It’s interesting how different they look from the ones we saw in Turkey. Shine in Marrakesh For some reason, I like the look of donkeys. They seem dependable and worthy of respect. Marrakesh has a large wall around the whole of the [...]
The Koutoubia mosque is the largest in Marrakesh, standing out prominently near one corner of the Djemma El Fna. From the terrace of my first hotel, you could get a glimpse of the old city from above. This is a courtyard inside the Marrakesh museum, which I found by accident while I was completely lost [...]
These are the shots taken on film, hence their late emergence. As has often been the case in the past, getting back the photos from my expensive film camera has been a reminder of just how good a deal my cheap point and shoot digital camera was. Getting interesting angles sometimes involves hanging out windows, [...]
Compressed walkers. Sheep are never far away. One third of the way around the Kentmere Horseshoe. If you are in a proper place for walking, the landscape will dwarf you. Dry stone walls take a lot more effort to build than to climb over.
Once you reach a peak, a bit of a rest is surely in order. Actually, Rob and Sarah were ill during the whole trip, so their fellwalking demonstrated particular persistence. Walkers atop Wetherlam. The hiking boot: noble symbol of our determination. Which isn’t to say we never take them off… If you can shear a [...]
Thirteen Oxonians on a mountainside. An enthusiastic fellow Canadian. This was one of the few bits of actual rock climbing we did. Note how much more impressive it looks when done with a gear-filled leader’s pack. This scramble on the Coniston Horseshoe was the most enjoyable bit of walking on the trip. Having climbed a [...]