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Guinea Fowl in the Sunset

 guinea fowl in the sunset

February 6, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Trees 2

Trees 2

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Trees 1

Trees1

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Horse in Late Sunlight

Horse

February 5, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fishing Boat

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The boats moored all along the edge of River Tweed have been laid up for the winter, but now they are back on the water, swinging to and fro on their end of their moorings.  This is the first day I have seen fishing back on the river.  In the distance are loud bangs, I don’t know whether from guns or bird scarers.  There are empty cartridge cases littering the pathway, and fishermen in boats in the distance, and someone fishing in waders near the bank.  I have heard salmon jumping, but all the birds have vainished, I don’t see a single bird on the river through my walk. Not even a heron.

February 5, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

February Sky

February Sky

February 4, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Snowdrops and Driftwood

Snowdrops and Driftwood

Great chunks of trees have been hurled on to the banks of the Tweed by recent flooding, but the snowdrops seem to be flourishing in their lee.

February 4, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A February Walk Round the Hirsel Lake

Hirsel Lake

At last the pall of cloud lifts,  it is a sunlit February day, and I have the time to walk up to the Hirsel and take a leisurely walk round the lake. Although it is Sunday, and there are plenty of people walking in the grounds, nobody seems to be walking round the lake, and when I get to the Hide it is deserted.

Lake 3

A few birds float past the Hide:

Lake and Swans

Lake 4

Lake 5

Lake 6

There is some graphic grafitti of the usual kind on the walls of the Hide, and someone has demolished on of the sides:

Lake 7

I walk on round the lake path:

Lake 8

Lake 9

There is farmland to the left of the path:Lake 10

Then further along the path divides, with the left hand path going into the woods, where in a couple of months the famous rhododendrons will be flourishing:

Lake 11

I decide to walk into the spinney near the lake.  The ground is very soft underfoot, and I find myself sinking in, so try and anchor my boots on a piece of fallen branch.  A treecreeper is climbing up a tree, it moves amazingly fast, like a little mouse. Down nearer the water I can see greylag geese:

Lake 12

But as a try to inch nearer through the bog they sense my presence and take off, with an amazing cacophony:

Lake 13

I think of the geese that saved Rome with their clamour – there was me trying to plod surreptitiously across the mud, quite some way away, but they get a sense of me and rise into the air, wheeling above me in a frenzied flock, honking away, shadowy above my head.  I thought I’d scared them away.  But eventually they come down on to the lake, further off, their honking fainter, and feeling a tad abashed at creating this uproar, I gaze for a few moments at the peaceful, birdless water:

Lake 14

Then I unstick myself from the mud and continued along the path, through the grey wintered trees:

Lake 15

Lake 16

Lake 17

On the path is this pretty feather:

Lake 18

I am near the end of the route round the lake, I know that when I came across the willows that I like to look at from the other side of the water, and that I missed when they were cut and I couldn’t see that lovely red that shines almost vermilion from far away:

Lake 19

Coming out from the path, I see  the Hirsel  spread out on the top of its gentle slope:

Lake 20

I walk back past the reedbeds:

Lake 21

Then look back across the lake, from where I started, before going to have a cappucino in the Hirsel Tearoom, which is packed, although in the whole of my walk, on such a fine day, I only met one couple going round the lake.

Lake 22

February 3, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Willows and Reeds

willows and reeds

These willows were cut back last year, and I missed the flashes of red from the other side of the Hirsel Lake, but they have grown back in their full glory of colour, amidst the general fawns of February. It made me happy to see them again.

February 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Reeds and Sun Disc

reeds and sun

The light caught the reeds in the Hirsel Lake  as I pointed the camera towards the sun, and this pretty disc appeared on the lens (as I found out later, at the time all I could see was the light on the reeds); meanwhile all other colour was drained except for variations of sepia, like an old print.

February 2, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

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