December Walk: Waterlogged Field

December Walk: Reflections in a Large Puddle

Yesterday I went out walking on The Lees, a great open space beside the Tweed, and could hardly stand up.  I didn’t go my usual walk, becaue of the flooded ground, and the danger of walking under trees.  I met a friend at the gate coming into the Lees and said I didn’t think it was the weather to be walking through woods, when there was a great rending sound and a tree came free from its moorings about fifty yards away: point taken.  Today was fine, so I caught the last rays of the sun.  By the time I got home it was not yet four and the sun had completely gone.  Roll on the lighter nights. This puddle was the last thing I looked at.

December Walk: Willows

December Walk: Pretty Debris

Storm and flood debris all along the banks of the Tweed: a deflated rugby ball, some pink gloves, a red bucket, as well as heaps of tree branches, tree stumps, uprooted plants, all daubed with mud – and this pink rag, which looks like the ragged flag of some damaged, uninhabited  little ship come to rest in the shallows.

December Walk: Tree Silhouette