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Summer morning walk

Apart from an appointment with the BBC's coverage of the women's semi-finals matches at Wimbledon, I had nothing on my agenda for today.  So this morning Tilly and I decided to walk to a nearby garden nursery, on the edge of the village, just over a couple of miles away.  Our cross-country route was a bit of a challenge, as many of the tracks along the field margins have grown up to waist-height, but we managed!  
The fields of barley are beginning to ripen.  They are golden-green and have the most wonderful movement, with the ears growing this way and that.  When the wind blows through, the whole field ripples like water.  
The John Muir Way goes through a small copse, where I saw these little jewels.
On the way home we bumped into this little gang of Hebridean sheep.  They were gathered around the base of a dovecot.  They barely moved a muscle as we walked past, except to turn their heads, eyes riveted on Tilly!
And they stood and gazed after us, as we wended our way home.

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  1. Oooohhh I love the silhouette effect of that final photograph. As for the Hebridean goats - why do black goats always strike me as evil-looking? Oo-er!

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  2. Funny you should say that because I thought they looked very theatrical when I was looking through the camera lens!! Reminded me of a character in a film a friend of ours produced, many moons ago, called 'Legend', starring a very young indeed Tom Cruise! It was a fairy tale sort of story and Tim Curry played a character called The Lord of Darkness - and there you have it!!

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  3. We saw poppies like that on our drive out of East Lothian! Poppies remind me of war poetry and Wilfred Owen! 🌺

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