stories and illustration

Last Light


I lean on Coldstream Bridge and look towards the last flicker of the sun above Coldstream itself. Nothing to be seen  on the river  from this vantage point, no birds, no fishing boats; only the reflections of the trees. A cyclist in quite serious travelling gear stops on the bridge and looks for a while in the same direction – perhaps he is conscious of crossing from one country to another. When I stand in the middle of the bridge I don’t know which country I am in.  Preumably because of this confusion,  last year the bridge was not gritted in the cold weather, and there were at least two serious accidents in the space of a few hours; it took months for the stones at the side of the bridge to be repaired. We are moving swiftly towards the winter now.  A nuthatch visited  the bird table today, a rare visitor, I hope this visitation will be not be the last.

November 25, 2014 - Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , ,


  1. Dear Cara, wanted to send a Christmas card and some pictures back in appreciation of the rich exposure to North English countryside – but cannot.

    Best wishes anyway for you, your husband, and your son in the New Year.


    Comment by James Macpherson | November 26, 2014 | Reply

    • Hi James, thank you for your good wishes, and I am sorry you cannot manage to send pictures. I hope all is well with you and yours, and that you have a very Happy Christmas – I have been doing a card, so will post it on WordPress later on.


      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | November 26, 2014 | Reply

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