Remember, remember, the 5th of November

Gunpowder, treason and plot

No gunpowder, no treason and no reason to plot anything dastardly in these parts, but I couldn't resist spending some time in the garden this afternoon, to light a bonfire. It was a modest affair, but I got rid of some of the dead stuff I have been cutting back in the flower beds and along the lavender hedge, and it was just good to be outside in the sunshine.

There are still some leaves to come down off the trees, but, as everything is dying back, there has been the emergence of new, green life. The arums have produced a fresh batch of their beautiful, ornate leaves. I'm not sure if they have their timing right, but the leaves are welcome nevertheless!

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In a vase on Monday - colour

The intense colours in my vase this week come from nasturtiums, sweetpeas and a single glorious zinnia! Their beauty and love of life speak for themselves and need no further words from me! Enjoy!

Early morning light

There have been some cracking early morning skies this week. The sunrise has generated a strong rose gold light which has been picked up not only in the clouds but also through the silver-white grasses around the edge of the golf course. I always marvel at the clouds. Constantly changing, formations that have never been seen before, never to be seen again.

Coastal walk from Gullane to North Berwick

By the time I have walked about four miles, my toes are screaming at me - it's the arthritis, you see. One of the joys of being that little bit older than I was. However, for a long time, I have been keen to walk along the beaches, and follow the coastal path, between Gullane and North Berwick. So, having worked out the tide times, I decided today was the day, and off we went. Below is our starting point, the bay at Gullane. It's a lovely beach, very popular with dog walkers. This is looking east, the direction Tilly and I were going to take. Looking back, up the Forth, the unmistakable bulk of Arthur's Seat, and Edinburgh's skyline, just clear enough to see. For most of the walk, there is the choice between wandering along a series of beaches, or following a path along the top of each. There's no denying it, at heart I am a shell-seeker. I have loads of shells at home. We lived on one of the out islands in the Bahamas for a just over a year, ...

the running wave

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