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A Little Walk round the Lees


A Leaf by the Field Edge

Back in the Scottish Borders, I find that the acers in the garden have nearly all withered back, after their last minute burst of colour, so  I am glad I made an attempt to capture them before their delicate brilliance disppeared. I’m brewing up a cold, so decide to go for just a quick walk round the edge of the Lees, a great expanse of farmland without hedges, that is bordered on two sides by the Tweed. The river makes a great arc at this point, which is quite disorientating …

Much of the field area is ploughed now, the  barley has gone, as have the other crops laid round the edge; now the grass is springing up wherever it can manage to take root:


The sun to my right as I walk throws the shadows of trees far out over the field:



I look back towards Coldstream, with its clock towers rising up over the willows and other trees and shrubs that border the Leet, an offshoot of the Tweed:


And look up at the sky over the Lees:


At the corner, where I turn from the field edge up towards the Tweed itself, I take a photograph of the store of wood, in the patch of land where the guinea fowl ran round in the spring and summer:


This is a tree that I like so much:


Turning back towards Coldstream along the river, I kind of cheat, and point the camera through the apple trees on the bank straight towards the sun, and get these delicate murky tints that the camera sees but I don’t:


On past the fishing lodge, then try and get the swans into this picture of an autumnal waterside tree, but the swans are hiding:


So I take a picture of the tree itself instead, against the sky:


Time to go home, past the horse, then back along the Leet.  I pause to take one more picture of the water between the two bridges:


I hear a squawk behind me, wheel round, its that dratted heron: foiled again. Au revoir, heron, one day I’ll either get near enough to you, or have a lens strong enough to catch you properly, instead of just through obscuring reeds, or as a flitting silhouette.


Later, heron….. now it’s home for tea.

October 11, 2013 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments


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