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Rowing Boat

Rowing Boat

A misty day, getting hot later, then the mist drawing in again, blueing the horizons, making the water sheen grey.  This boat is moored by the bridge that separates Scotland from England. Will we still be part of the same Kingdom come Thursday?

September 12, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 4 Comments

Evening Primrose

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These flowers grew in an untended corner of the vegetable garden in my Grandmother’s house in Steeple Aston, a patch which backed on to Iris Murdoch’s garden, where everyone else trespassed except me, who went another route and was the only one who was caught and told off.  We used to make jumps down the path between the vegetables and pretend to be show-jumpers.  I had long lists of horses’ names in a notebook. Another world, another time.  I have always liked these plants, but have seen them rarely growing wild, so enjoy them each year when they flower, high up above the Tweed, a few hundred yards from the border between Scotland and England, which for the next six days at least will be part of the same Kingdom.

September 12, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

   

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