Doris, an ordinary, rather dumpy name to choose for a storm, but Doris turned out to be demonically dangerous and damaging. The photo above, showing snow on the Pentland Hills, is as close as we got to Storm Doris, thank goodness. A bit of a damp squib, here, in the end. And this morning dawned clear and sunny so I had a little jaunt to North Berwick. I caught the bus and enjoyed the trip, along the coast and through the pretty villages of Aberlady and Dirleton. From the bus's high-up vantage point I could see over walls and into woods and gardens, where the snowdrops are abundant, and fields with dozens of curlew, poking about for worms with their lovely long curved beaks. The parkland areas of North Berwick are looking springlike too. Crocuses, and even a few unseasonably early, slightly moth-eaten primroses, braving a north facing slope. I did a little food shopping and then walked back into the town centre, via Melb...
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.