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Saturday afternoon walk

We thought that the weather today was going to be a washout, so it has been a pleasant surprise to have enjoyed sunshine all day, with just a brief smattering of rain, and a brisk but comfortable wind.  A perfect afternoon for a walk around my favourite field.

One half, the barley, had been harvested but the other, a cornfield, was still standing.  It has survived the damaging wind and rain that other fields have fallen prey to in this part of the world.  As we walked alongside the crop, on the western side of the field, I spied a deer ahead of us, mooching quietly along the grassy track.  It was very relaxed and enjoying its Saturday afternoon walk, just like us!  It wasn't long before the dogs picked up its scent and I had my work cut out to stay upright as they strained on their leads!  But the deer was oblivious.  The wind worked in our favour.  He wandered along, happily, and then dipped into the crop for a few minutes, and as he ventured out again on to the track, he saw us…

All change

I am not sure if we are in late summer or early autumn.  I'll go for late summer, but the signs are all there for a shift into autumn.  Here are photos from a couple of walks this week, where the countryside is telling me that we are heading into the season of mellow fruitfulness.  That's fine by me!  I love foraging and I love Autumn.

I have always had rather tepid feelings for August (as well as November and February).  By the time August arrives all the fresh defining greens have morphed into a matt mid-green.  The countryside's palette seems to be just green and straw, with the harvest.  I am glad when August has passed.  Colour in the countryside starts to pick up as we head towards September, which always pleases me!
A gall wasp, Diplolepis rosae, creates these Robin's pincushion galls on wild roses.  I found this one in the hedgerow show above.   The acid yellow of the rapeseed fields goes to seed in the most muted tones.  Harvested rapeseed fields are impossibl…

It's all a bit bonkers!

About fifteen miles away from our quiet little backwater in East Lothian, the Edinburgh Fringe is in full swing!  The usual quota of eccentric and bizarre stuff is taking place, 24/7.

My eldest granddaughter and I went into town on a very wet day to go to a short ballet, Another performed by Balletworks, at Dancebase in the Grassmarket.  We wandered up the Royal Mile where street performers were doing their thing, modestly and with flamboyance.  There were some sights, I can tell you, including a Guiness Book of Records holder for the most piercings in her face.  Can't be comfortable!  And where else but the Royal Mile, during festival time, would you see a pile of old pianos.  Good thing Adam Smith, on his perch high above the festival goers, had his back to much of what was going on.  I think he would have wondered what on earth the world was coming to!  Don't we all .....
 I can thoroughly recommend Over Langshaw Ice Cream!  They are always on hand at the Borders Book Fes…

Watery walk

Recently, a day has not gone by without a shower of rain, or a deluge.  This afternoon was no exception.  Drops of rain started to fall as the dogs and I headed towards Gosford for a quiet wander through the woods.  We were not deterred.  Gosford is a good place to walk in the rain.  The trees offer shelter, and the sound of raindrops falling on leaves is balm for the soul.
By the lily pond there was one yellow flag iris blooming, and a moorhen chick was scooting about on lily pads.  The grounds of Gosford House, gardens, lakes and woodland, were laid out two hundred years ago.  Weaving their way throughout is a series of deep waterways which, these days, are normally dry.  However, after all the heavy rainfall, today they were rushing and gushing with excess water, as it was channeled out of the grounds towards the nearby beach, and into the sea.