Wednesday 5 December 2018

Wednesday 5.12.2018

"Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone" always buzzes round in the head on days like this. Twenty past 2 on a completely still winter afternoon, the sun already below the clouds on the horizon,







grasses frozen into icy white immobility




and the cry of a suddenly disturbed pheasant the only sound echoing across the silence.






A long weekend`s house-sitting and dog-walking afforded the chance to enjoy different landscapes, along old railway-line paths bounded by trees and water

and up onto the local fell (The Campsies) in surprisingly warm December sunshine.






Good company
and all this only a dozen miles or so from the centre of Glasgow.

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