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Field by River Tweed

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January 12, 2015 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Willow by the Tweed

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December 31, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Willow and Bindweed

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All along beside the Leet the bindweed is rampant, it climbs up and over everything.  This willow looks as if it is sprouting white flowers.  It is a pretty plant, bindweed, with those pointed leaves and long pink buds which open into this white flower that is, I know from experience, very hard to paint, I suppose because of the depth of the trumpet and the whiteness of the petals. The willow leaves are drooping down, the bindweed is climbing up, the greens are nice together.

August 18, 2014 Posted by | Art, Painting, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Heron, Willow, Leet Water

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They have almost a sixth sense, herons; I just caught sight of this one through the branches of the willow, as I was crossing the green to walk under the bridge. It cottoned on to my presence almost as soon as I had taken the photograph, even though I was quite a distance away.  I continued through the ever-thickening undergrowth in the area beyond the bridge, where hardly anyone walks.  Caught sight of the heron again, but once more the bird had spotted me and was off.  I think it was quite irritated by my encroaching on its territory because it flew above my head, looking a touch pterodactylish, screeching. Last time I walked down by the weir on the Leet I saw two yellow wagtails, they weren’t at all disturbed by my presence; unfortunately I didn’t have my camera, as I would like to have recorded them, as I haven’t seen any for years. The swallows are back, and the house martins, and there is a whole host of sand martins down on the Tweed, they are little beserkers when it is sunny and there are insects about.

May 7, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

The Wind in the Willow

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April 13, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

A February Walk Round the Hirsel Lake

Hirsel Lake

At last the pall of cloud lifts,  it is a sunlit February day, and I have the time to walk up to the Hirsel and take a leisurely walk round the lake. Although it is Sunday, and there are plenty of people walking in the grounds, nobody seems to be walking round the lake, and when I get to the Hide it is deserted.

Lake 3

A few birds float past the Hide:

Lake and Swans

Lake 4

Lake 5

Lake 6

There is some graphic grafitti of the usual kind on the walls of the Hide, and someone has demolished on of the sides:

Lake 7

I walk on round the lake path:

Lake 8

Lake 9

There is farmland to the left of the path:Lake 10

Then further along the path divides, with the left hand path going into the woods, where in a couple of months the famous rhododendrons will be flourishing:

Lake 11

I decide to walk into the spinney near the lake.  The ground is very soft underfoot, and I find myself sinking in, so try and anchor my boots on a piece of fallen branch.  A treecreeper is climbing up a tree, it moves amazingly fast, like a little mouse. Down nearer the water I can see greylag geese:

Lake 12

But as a try to inch nearer through the bog they sense my presence and take off, with an amazing cacophony:

Lake 13

I think of the geese that saved Rome with their clamour – there was me trying to plod surreptitiously across the mud, quite some way away, but they get a sense of me and rise into the air, wheeling above me in a frenzied flock, honking away, shadowy above my head.  I thought I’d scared them away.  But eventually they come down on to the lake, further off, their honking fainter, and feeling a tad abashed at creating this uproar, I gaze for a few moments at the peaceful, birdless water:

Lake 14

Then I unstick myself from the mud and continued along the path, through the grey wintered trees:

Lake 15

Lake 16

Lake 17

On the path is this pretty feather:

Lake 18

I am near the end of the route round the lake, I know that when I came across the willows that I like to look at from the other side of the water, and that I missed when they were cut and I couldn’t see that lovely red that shines almost vermilion from far away:

Lake 19

Coming out from the path, I see  the Hirsel  spread out on the top of its gentle slope:

Lake 20

I walk back past the reedbeds:

Lake 21

Then look back across the lake, from where I started, before going to have a cappucino in the Hirsel Tearoom, which is packed, although in the whole of my walk, on such a fine day, I only met one couple going round the lake.

Lake 22

February 3, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

December Walk: Willows

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December 28, 2013 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Willows by the Leet

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A wash of green: the willow,  and those delicate leaves from surrouding trees growing every whichways, seen as I was going home along a by-way of the river Leet, where hardly anyone walks. I could hear some children playing in the distance on the other side of the river, and the harsh cry of a disurbed duck, but otherwise silence.

September 27, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

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