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Macduff arrives, discovers the murdered Duncan, and awakens the household. Lady Macbeth enters feigning outrage by the disturbance, and Macduff replies with concern for her gentle nature as a woman, "O gentle lady, /'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:/The repetition, in a woman's ear, /Would murder as it fell" (II, iii). In fact, he is correct to be concerned, because shortly thereafter, she is overcome by the news of murder. It is not Duncan's death that overwhelms her womanly sensibilities, but the news that Macbeth has gone beyond their plan and murdered the chamberlains who had been "mark'd with blood" of Duncan. Macbeth admits, "That I did kill them" (II, iii), and Lady Macbeth exclaims, "Help me hence, ho!" (II, iii) as she faints, Macduff requesting, "Look to the lady" (II, iii). Despite her attempts to go beyond her own gender, in the end, she proves that she remains a "lady."

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am often asked why I don't run a blog or a Facebook page in addition to my website. In truth, despite assured benefits of doing so, I simply don't have the time nor if I am honest the inclination to do so. Too many times I have seen Facebook pages that describe what so and so bought at Tesco's last Thursday. Frankly if I have nothing of interest or of benefit to say, I'd rather not say it.

his though is different, at least for me it is, and certainly an unusual entry for my News Page. For once it isn't something that will directly benefit others, it isn't advice or assistance, it is a self indulgent personal feel good entry about the second best day of photography I can remember and believe me I have a lot of comparisons to make.

he day before yesterday I decided to take a spontaneous trip to one of my favourite areas in Scotland, namely the Inverpolly reserve. It is a stunning area and scenically superb offering a wonderful variety of places to see and to photograph, but this time instead of mooching around the lochs and glens at sea level, I decided I was going to climb a hill that I had always wanted to go up - The Fiddler - not a Munro (mountains over 3000 feet), but a mere 704 metres in height, (2300 feet ish), viewing it from across the loch close to Inverpolly's other celebrated hill Stac Pollaidh, it is as sharp as a dagger. I have climbed Stac Pollaidh several times, occasionally whilst running a course and more often by myself at or before sunrise in the twilight hours. It offers a view out of all proportion to its diminuitive stature and I hoped that The Fiddler would do likewise. References to detailed Ordnance survey maps, the Photographers Ephemeris (check this out, [Google], if you aren't aware of it, it is quite simply the most useful photographer's tool to date), seemed to confirm that it would be every bit as spectacular.

contacted a good friend of mine who has infinite patience with me and a love of simply being up these hills and for the record zero interest in taking pictures. After a weather check with my favourite weather App. (HD Weather Pro Plus), which duly confirmed bright, sunny spells, high cloud, little to no wind and temperatures between -3 and +5 degrees Celcius, we headed for the Fiddler and the tiny car park past Achiltibuie, close to the hamlet of Culnacraig. We arrived at noon. Now I appreciate that folk might wonder why we didn't make an earlier attempt, as half the day would already have gone, well confirmation with the Photographer's Ephemeris confirmed that the evening light would be best and I didn't fancy hanging around all day potentially freezing my extremities off on a windblown snow covered summit.

or the record I am not the healthy fit athletic person that you see in my website pictures anymore, I am 51 years old, time and children have taken their toll, but neither am I a complete physical wreck, just being out and about with a camera ensures basic fitness. A Pentax 67II and a couple of lenses and filters, not to mention a heavy tripod is a substantial load so I won't be winning any races to the summit of these hills, but I still managed to get to the top of The Fiddler in 1 hour and 45 minutes, my only slight concern was the snow that was still very obviously present in the last 200 feet to the summit. I had no crampons or ice axe and had resolved to turn back if it suddenly became icy. I needn't have worried, the snow was Spring softened by the sun and normal walking boots proved fine. As it turned out there was not a breath of wind and despite the sub zero temperatures the sun was warm and it was perfectly possible to sit there surrounded by pristine unblemished snow munching an orange and a sandwich in nowt but a T shirt.

spent around 4 hours at the top leaving shortly after 5pm when the light had warmed considerably and the scenery became sidelit rather than frontally lit as it was earlier in the day with the compositional problems created by my own shadow intruding upon the scene. The view from the top is nothing short of astounding, getting on for the finest I have seen, it makes the one from Stac Pollaidh look almost mundane by comparison. Not another sole did I see all day and it was as if the weather and the scenery were laid on entirely for my benefit - landscape photography heaven.

ust as I thought life couldn't get any better - it did. A raven flew overhead cronking loudly, the only bird we had seen all day. It seemed to have been disturbed by something and plunged down behind the summit rocks. A few moments later the reason for it's anxiety became apparent. A huge golden eagle with its golden head, yellow beak and uptilted, fingered wings soared majestically past us inclining its head quizzically in our direction no more than 30 metres from our position on the cliff tops. The eagle was neither above or below us, it passed by parallel to our position a dozen or so yards out from the cliff with a 1500 foot drop directly beneath it, such is the nature of the precipitous drop that is the leading edge of The Fiddler. We stood there in awe as this huge bird wheeled round four times to have a good look at us, each time passing by parallel to our position neither below or above us. Not once did this mighty bird of prey flap its wings, complete and total mastery of the air.

s I shoot almost exclusively with film I have to wait a while before I get it developed and then scanned, so no results are available for perusal yet. As soon as they are, I will provide the necessary links. If you have ever thought about climbing one of the Scottish peaks even one of the smaller ones and you are averagely fit - just do it. Choose your day, do the research, check the weather, let someone know where you will be and don't let yourself be talked out of it, you will be glad you did.

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