Compatriots

I wasn’t able to dead head all the roses today, although I carried out quite a long session with secateurs before my knees suggested that a rest might be in order. After taking one, it seemed likely that spent buds would not spoil any photographs, so I wandered around with the camera. Here are fourContinue reading “Compatriots”

Caution Pigs

CLICK ON ANY SINGLE IMAGE TO ENLARGE IT. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. CLICKING ON ANY IN THE GROUP ACCESSES ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT I had been fortunate yesterday to photograph the spray of leaves still occupying this corner of theContinue reading “Caution Pigs”

Late Summer Flowering

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT I began the day with a walk round the garden with the camera. Jackie joined me to ensure that I did not miss any of herContinue reading “Late Summer Flowering”

Orkney Stories

SINGLE IMAGES CAN BE ENLARGED WITH A CLICK OR TWO. CLICKING ON THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESSES THEIR GALLERIES, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT This morning I finished reading a book worthy of one of Pauline’s bookmarks. This is George Mackay Brown’s ‘The Golden Bird’.Continue reading “Orkney Stories”

The End Of The Roll

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE THEM. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. We were promised sunshine and showers today. In the end the rain dominated. Consequently I was unable to cut the grass. There was nothing for it but, with the sun on my back when it did put in an appearance, while¬†being dripped on by the trees,Continue reading “The End Of The Roll”

Gore Tex

The promised rain arrived today. Aaron and Robin came to finish the rose garden paving, but the weather defeated them. I took a brief amble down to Roger’s field, where he has baled up his hay. This gloomy day demonstrates the value of sunlight in photography. There are always a few pigeon quills, fashioned inContinue reading “Gore Tex”

No Peeking

Chris and Frances still being at The Firs this morning, we dropped in for a visit, just as they and Elizabeth were leaving the house for a visit to Chesapeake Mill. They all did an about turn, phoned Jacqueline who was at Mum’s, and very soon a Firs gathering was arranged. ¬†Jackie saw this asContinue reading “No Peeking”