The first order of this post should be to correct the title. First of all, we went from roughly around Falkirk to roughly around Glasgow, but more near Paisley. Secondly, we went the long way round.
And when I say that, I mean the really long way around, via Loch Venachar which sits next to Brig o'Turk. See the above map for details.
Before we got there though we found ourselves in a wet, windy and cold part of Scotland. That does't really help I know, it's all rather wet, windy and cold up in Scotland. Anyway, we were in the town of Falkirk and ready to explore a unique engineering achievement. A wheel.
Not just any old set of Dunlop tyres though, this wheel was built to lift boats thirty-five metres into the air and thirty-five metres back down. It probably doesn't look too much of an engineering feat in the pictures I've got here, but this thing is pretty impressive.
Next time you boil a kettle, just think to yourself: "if I boil this kettle eight times, it would be equivalent to one half turning of the fabulous Falkirk wheel."
For the people who think in kWh (kilowatts) and not Ke (kettle equivalent), that is 1.5kWh. Due to the amount of coffee I drink, I tend to work in Ke, so to me that isn't a whole lot of energy.
Another cool thing about the wheel is that it is dead silent. It maybe makes some noise like the wind in slowly decomposing hair - unless you've buried the person - but it is pretty quiet. I hope that last sentence hasn't put you off or anything, but I thought the comparison was worthwhile.
So what does one do when at a rotating boat lift? One goes for a ride...
They see me rotating, in a boat lift. They hating'.
It's supposed to be a nice view on a summer day.
At least it wasn't raining (at this exact moment).
If not for its engineering, the wheel can be appreciated for its architectural design.
Our tour guide (the twelfth doctor) didn't agree with the idea the funny shapes mimic the not-so-funny-but-actually-quite-dangerous-and-scary shapes of celtic axes. But he also didn't know where Clara was, so...
After going to the Falkirk wheel we headed north into the deed, dark and soggy wilderness that is Scotland. At least once you're passed all the traffic and towns (which are both much better than in England).
Sorry, I've just come to the realisation that this is going to be a rather short post, since although we did a lot that day much of it was spent driving through the weather. It was a nice drive into the Queen Elizabeth Forest Park but we didn't stop a whole lot to take photos. Mostly due to the grey summer skies.
When we did stop everything was still grey, but I loved the opportunity to take some classic shots of Loch Venachar. They probably all look the same but I love them each fairly equally (no favourites here).
But if I did have a favourite it would be this one, which graces the cover of a hardcover journal you can buy. Please buy it, I really need to pay for university. Just joking, I already bought one myself to help pay for those fees.
Does a notebook or journal sound interesting?
I couldn't decide between black and white and colour for this one. Let me know if you like the choice.
Apart from these cows, that pretty much sums up the day. Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of some healed coos, despite seeing a few.
So yeah, hope you enjoyed the post. Right now I am sitting at Heathrow airport waiting for a flight to take my brother and I to Kuala Lumpur and then to Perth. University starts Monday and so we'll see how regular my blog post posting goes then.
I have still got a fair few things to post though, including the last of these road trip posts, a few on Belfast and a couple on the cities of London and Paris (which I kind of envision as showing some of my favourite photos alongside some personal opinions on these beasts of cities).