Riverbank Trees in March

The Midnight Hare. Page 16.

The Rooky Wood

The Little Hill in March

Feather on Muddy Ground

Feather Impaled on a Twig

Ivy Reflected in the Leet

Swan in Field 3

Swan in Field 2

Sad Bicycle

In September the Round Britain Cycle Race came through The Scottish Borders, and there were all kinds of decorated bikes round the place, one on top of a postbox in Kelso, others in shop windows.  This little bike was all by itself on the weir, and looked quite pretty there on a summer’s day.  Now months later the bike is parked under the bridge, among the rubble, rusting away.  It was already old and single-wheeled in September, but it had its day. It reminds me of the Hans Andersen story about the Christmas tree.  When the Christmas tree was thrown out after Christmas when I was a child I felt sorry for it, and went out and sang carols to it to cheer it up.