stories and illustration


VestigesI have been telling myself this is Old Man’s Beard, but I don’t think it is fluffy enough; though maybe there was a wild clematis growing here last summer.  The buzzards were mewing today above the river, and mist was rising over the fields and hiding the Cheviots.  The heron is back on its post by the weir just down from Coldstream Bridge; I haven’t seen a heron at that spot since the autumn, though all summer it stood there, and then some yards further on there would be another heron, and then another. Young herons don’t seem to be too fazed about people, but the older ones are more canny.



February 15, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment


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