Tuesday, 27 September 2016

New day

As the sun rises on the day that all our stuff gets packed up, back in the wood, and shipped to store tomorrow, I am thinking that these amazing Bass Rock skies are becoming rather addictive!


Sunday, 25 September 2016

The deep peace of the running wave

As we are betwixt and between homes, we have been lucky enough to have been offered the choice of two North Berwick flats to stay in meantime.  One looks across the golf course to the sea, the other has running waves a few yards from the front door.  And with very heartfelt thanks to both parties, you can probably guess which one we chose!  

This morning dawned quiet, softly grey, and a peaceful walk on the beach with the dogs before breakfast was a very good start to the day.
A lone sailor started his day with a sail across the sea towards the Bass Rock.
Later in the day, over the space of about twenty minutes, the light went through several changes as it recovered from heavy rain and a return to late afternoon sunshine, with a magnificent rainbow.  
I think North Berwick has provided a pot of gold, and we shall enjoy it here!

Moving

We moved from the wood yesterday.  Lots of packing up and general chaos, so much so that Tilly couldn't bear to look!

Saturday, 24 September 2016

Farewell to the wood

Today Mr Gaucho, the dogs, our cat and I leave the wood.  We have lived here for six and a half years, and it's been quite a revelation.  I have always been a bit nervous of woods.  I suppose The Wind in the Willows did it - all those evil faces in the wild wood!  So I was a little apprehensive when we first came here.  The house is surrounded by trees, although not dark in any way at all.  We face south, to the sunshine.  It wasn't long before I came to love the presence of the trees - lime and sycamore mostly, with some beech, silver birch and others mixed in.  When the wind is wild, they shelter us from the blast, although the roar as the wind rushes through the trees can be terrifyingly loud- especially at night time !  The deer, badgers, foxes and occasional hare that pass through the wood leave their pathways, which always enchant me.  The birdsong is magnificent, with the dawn chorus starting at 3.15 am in late spring and early summer.  At night the owls hoot, a haunting beautiful sound.  You get a real sense of sharing the wood with these wild creatures and it's been a privilege.  

The passing of the seasons is intense in a wood.  Snowdrops carpet the late winter woodland floor, closely followed by daffodils as spring arrives.  The springtime green of the new leaves is vibrant and zingy, and I love to see the sun slanting through the woods, early on a summer morning.  The wood is cool on a hot day, full of wild raspberries, and overhead buzzards soar and mew.  In autumn, blackberries are there for the picking, and the wood can be misty and mysterious, the trees and undergrowth buttery yellow and tawny in colour.  And in the winter we can see through the bare trees, to glimpse a field beyond.  If we are lucky enough to have snow, the wood becomes a magical place.  
Early yesterday morning we had a rare visit in the garden from a young deer with her two fawns.  I spotted them not far from our bedroom window.  And later in the day I took the dogs on our last walk from the house, around my favourite field, which is particularly fruitful at this time of year.  Luckily we saw a hare. It would have been a massive disappointment not to have seen one on this particular day.  They have been such a feature of my walks around here, and I will miss them hugely.  
We are not moving far away and these favourite haunts will be there to revisit.  I know Tilly will enjoy that too.  Ted is still discovering the joys of the fields, the high speed hares, the pheasants that fly up from underfoot, in a squawking panic.  He won't be feeling as sentimental about it all as much as Tilly and me.  But we will be back, just to make sure things are ticking over nicely.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

A weekend away

We have been away for the weekend!  Only five miles from home, but friends invited us to stay, so we did!  

I love the British seaside.  We do it so well, and nothing much has changed in the sixty plus years since I first set foot on a beach!  Windbreaks, buckets and spades, sandcastles, ice creams, looking for shells, flotsam and jetsam, poking about in rock pools and the seaweed, crabbing, burying some poor soul up to their neck in sand, flying kites, portable barbecues, and lots of messing about on the sand and amongst the running waves.

On Saturday the sun shone brightly, all day long.

Five musketeers, waiting to jump the next best wave to break over the sea pool wall!
My favourite washing line!
If you look carefully, beyond the washing line, you can see a boy jumping off the harbour wall, into the water - a favourite sunny day activity for North Berwick youngsters!
Sunday dawned blue and sunny, but the grey from the west eventually moved in, leaving the sun to struggle through the clouds, but that did not deter the determined beach lovers.
Same washing line, different clothes.
And finally, the sun sets on a lovely relaxing weekend in North Berwick.