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I often walk along this pathway high above fields which lie alongside River Tweed, and noticed before this one stone standing upright beneath the hedge as if it had been placed there deliberately. This March I saw that small daffodils and crocuses had been planted here, and that there were in fact three stones; and I realised then that this was probably a pets’ graveyard, and that the animals had been placed there as they had often walked this path. You see benches marked with the names of people who once enjoyed to sit on a particular spot overlooking the silvery Tweed.  And I suppose that this little graveyard is a similar memento.

March 11, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 1 Comment

Anne and Sam

Anne and Sam

A fine day, so I go out walking round the fields known as The Lees, which run beside River Tweed;  and I come across two friends, so walk some of the way with them. Sam is like Mr Punch’s dog, but Anne isn’t at all like Mr Punch.


September 22, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Welcome to England


June 19, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dog and Snowdrops

Dog and Snowdrops

February 25, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Looking for Colour on a Grey Day


I went out walking for more or less the first time for a week, and when the rain came down on my uncovered head, thoughts of Victorian gentlemen getting lethal chills from venturing out when unwell passed swiftly through my mind.  No-one was out, except for a  plethora of fishermen, thigh-deep in Tweed or packed into little boats, hunched against the drizzle:, and some dog walkers. (One dog walker quickly slipped a lead on her dog as I approached, then said: “Are you with dog?” and when I answered in the negative, took off the lead again.  About two minutes later I met two very large black dogs coming hot-foot after the dog who had to be protected from itself, so hope there was no fracas in my wake.) When I pointed my camera to the sky the flash came on;  I took a picture of some wheeling birds that was just a mass of grey with flecks on.  And pictures of swans had rain-pools on the lens.  So on this brief foray into the open air I sought out some  splashes of colour.  I didn’t like nasturtiums when I was young, but now think they are a delight. When I got home I dried my hair with the hair-dryer and thought how much more fortunate I was than a Victorian gentleman with chill.

October 17, 2013 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Windows in Old Houses

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The Oval Window

The oval window looks out right along the garden, which is only just beginning to flourish, in this cold Spring that has lasted deep into April.  Snow is forecast for June.  In the meantime, from the outside the oval window shines blue with reflected sky.

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The Oval Window from the Terrace

New windows in an old place hold many memories:

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Looking out on the Wall

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The Picture

TThe dog does like to bark fiercely at passing (safely faraway) dogs, so a barrier is put up:

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The Bark-Preventer

This is taken away when company arrives:

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Nothing to Bark At

The morning is bright behind the nets:

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Morning Window

Later the windows look out over the setting sun:

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Evening 2

Meanwhile the little wren still sits tucked into the window square:

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The Wren

And the gnu still rests its head, beside the metal violin:

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The Gnu

And just occasionally, even during this cold Spring, the sun does shine through the old windows:

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April 10, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments


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