stories and illustration

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 | , , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. Another atmosphere filled walk, filled with oh so familiar sights and colours. I love the shot you took towards the sun through the apple tree 🙂 Beautiful.


    Comment by greenmackenzie | October 11, 2013 | Reply

    • Thanks, Seonaid – good to hear from you. I do enjoy your blog. I took the picture towards the sun because I never know how those shots are going to come out. It is intriguing what strange effects come from the camera concentrating on the light. So, though it gives an odd impression of the day, artistically I find the effects interesting. “The camera doesn’t lie” ? I don’t know about that. Maybe it is giving an interpretation of light that the naked eye doesn’t see. Very painterly effect, anyway, which it is fun to indulge in now and then.

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      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | October 12, 2013 | Reply

  2. Hi, Cara. Thanx for sharing your inspirational photos with us. I love this stuff! You certainly see the beauty in the environments around us. Thanx for visiting my blog and have a wonderful day.


    Comment by loujenhaxmyor | October 18, 2013 | Reply

    • Hi, Loujen. Good to hear from you. Really like your illustrations, great variety and a lot of imagination, plus such interesting design-sense. Enjoy your weekend.


      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | October 19, 2013 | Reply

  3. That’s a fine tree, just past the store of wood. It may have started as a shade tree for livestock.

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    Comment by Tokens of Companionship | September 15, 2018 | Reply

    • It may be… however, not that much livestock round here there days, it is mainly arable, because the land and climate are suitable. I used to live in hill-farming country farther west along the border, and that was all livestock, apart from the hayfields. Very different ecology there, no fertilizers, weed-killers etc. used…. extraordinary the difference in the variety of plants and birds and insects.

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      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | September 19, 2018 | Reply

      • Vermont was largely deforested by the early 1800s, and the rocky hillsides of the Green Mountains were unsuitable for growing crops. Merino sheep from Spain were introduced and the industry thrived, peaking in the 1840s. More trees were cut in the mountains to create pasture, but individual trees were left for shade. Many of those still stand today. We call them “wolf trees,” as in “lone wolves.” They’re now surrounded by generations of their descendants, having reforested 80% of the state. When I see a lone tree like the one in your photograph, I always wonder if it has a story to tell.

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        Comment by Tokens of Companionship | September 19, 2018

      • How wonderful that Vermont has been reforested, as long the trees are mixed, and not ranks of conifers just grown for timber. I can think of a picture I took in the Middle Marches that has a tree like that, standing alone in the field, I never cottoned on it may have been specifically for animal shelter – over there it is mainly hill farming country, so the animals would have been considered.

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        Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | October 7, 2018

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