Welcome to the running wave, which I set up as a vehicle for my photographs, with some observational chat and occasionally a little writing. I hope you enjoy the things I enjoy, sharing my walks with Tilly and Ted, and other excursions I have from time to time.
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Our little Victoria plum tree is absolutely dripping with fruit! I do applaud it. The tree has weathered the beast from the east at the start of the year, Storm Hector in June, and a long hot summer with a few buckets of water which I have chucked its way, and look how true it has been to itself!
And what do you do when you have lots of luscious plums? Make cake, of course. And no doubt jam too!
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, a long time ago, and …
Cathy at https://ramblinginthegarden.wordpress.com, whose brainchild IAVOM (In A Vase On Monday) it is, has set us a challenge this week, to produce a miniature vase, no bigger than 6"/15cm tall or wide, to celebrate the 6th anniversary of the weekly Monday post.
I have used an eggcup, with egg, to give some scale to my offering this week. The nasturtiums have survived a couple of frosts and some cold nights, but possibly not for much longer. I picked the smallest flowers I could find to fit in a tiny porcelain vase, which is almost completely spherical with a circular off-centre opening. It was made by a friend from long ago, Ingrid Atkinson, who I have not seen for about thirty years. She used to live and work as a ceramicist in West Meon, in Hampshire.
The flowers may be small, but they still pack a colourful punch!
We also have another tiny porcelain vase made by the late Austrian-born British ceramics artist Lucie Rie. Today's challenge seemed too good an opportun…
This is a good time of year for walking in the countryside. Before the harvested fields are ploughed, I enjoy walking along the hedgerows and field margins, safe in the knowledge we are not doing any damage to anything. My vase this week has flowers from the field edges. Chamomile, hogweed, dead nettle and yarrow. They are fresh and pure white, a complete change from anything I have to offer from the garden, and without a vestige of autumn colour. I particularly love the long slender seed pods on stems of a stray oilseed rape plant, self-seeded in a vast field of Brussel sprouts.