Trees by the Tweed

The Green Leaf

 

 

Californian Poppy

As a contrast to the clusters of fading plants, the californian poppies still shine brilliantly at the top of this wall, a wall which is full of holes, presumably for drainage as the gardens are piled high above the road. However, the house martins think the holes are for them, and you see them flying in and out during the nesting season. There are two roads in Coldstream that are thronged with swallows and house martins all the summer, Leet Street and Duke Street.  And beside and over the Tweed there are hundreds of sand martins, their backs flashing brown as they swoop for insects above the water. All gone now, of course.

September Sky Over The Cheviots

Field

The struts of the plant and the distant pylon rise over the great slope of the field. Everything has gone quite suddenly from gold stubble  to acres of finely turned ground, milk chocolate brown, so smooth after the work of these great machines that do the work these days. At the top of the hill is the small wood that I have not explored, but which looks down at me from almost every walk.  This day I set off from Coldstream on a different route to usual, walking over the Border towards Cornhill-on-Tweed.  I had seen a small path as we passed  in the car and wanted to explore, but it just led down to a small electricity installation with DANGER written on a board, so I turned off and continued walking round the edge of a ploughed field (in Northumberland now, so possibly trespassing to some extent) and saw the back garden of a big white house which was surrounded by proper ramparts – perhaps because this is the last house in England. Came back through Cornhill, with a detour down the road to Wark, which was narrow as the small roads of South Somerset and equally dangerous, with traffic hurtling past; then became frit and turned back up and walked further on through Cornhill.  I took a path through a farmyard and then back along the fields, climbing back over a well-known stile and taking the path above the Tweed back towards Coldstream Bridge. A fine day, the blue of the sky cooler than the deep blue of high summer.

Small Tree Blowing in the Wind

An Old Entrance

Feather in the Pathway

There are many delicate white feathers scattered on the ground, but this was a little different.

Leaves and Sunlight

Gesture Politics

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