Borders Sky VI

Borders Sky V

Feathers on the Pathway

 I came across this delicate whorled circle/cross/cockade of little white feathers lying poised on layers of fallen leaves as  I walked through the little wood on the edge of the Hirsel. Something a tad poignant about them. No sign of any fallen bird.

Borders Sky IV

Walking through a wood on the edge of the Hirsel, I see these bare stalks of umbelliferae silhouetted against the gold and blue sky.

Borders Sky III

A big pink cloud, the light failing fast, a skein of geese flies past, then another skein of geese, flying along the path of the Tweed, the plaintive sound of their honking like no other sound. The cloud is wispy, the photograph is wispy, but I am glad they have crossed the eye of the lens all the same. Bon voyage.

Borders Sky II

Within a few moments it seems the sky turns from white and blue to gold.  I look towards Trimontium but it is shrouded today, just a smudge on the horizon. I have walked up along the edge of the golf course, through the little wood, and now turn back towards the Edinburgh road, which I will cross before going down the lane that leads towards the Tweed.

Borders Sky 1

November cloud formations shining over the trees that edge the Lees In Coldstream.

November Walk: Across the River III

November Walk: Across the River II

November Walk: Across the River I