While out for a walk at Murton Farm nature reserve in the county of Angus last month, I passed an interestingly constructed dry stone wall. The first photo shows a section with a large boulder at the bottom and flatter stones placed around it at different angles. In the second picture you can see more of the wall, with another smaller boulder to the left of the big one. Scotland has a lot of dry stone walls made with no ‘glue’ to hold the stones together, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite like this before.
Last weekend, after lunch out in Moulin (near Pitlochry in Perthshire), my parents and I enjoyed a drive along the road to Kirkmichael. Much of the surrounding countryside is moorland, with scattered rocky peaks and forests. The hillside rising up to the right hand side of the picture is the westerly edge of Ben Vrackie, Pitlochry’s local mountain attraction. This is the sort of scenery you might expect to see red grouse in, and I did indeed spot some lurking amongst the heather further along the road.
This is the roof garden at New Lanark World Heritage Site. Roof gardens are not a common sight in Scotland and this one is apparently the largest in the country. It houses a water feature, several sculptures and a variety of plants. New Lanark village contains extensive old mill buildings that have been turned into a large exhibition area. It’s a fascinating place to visit but there’s a lot to take in. After being bombarded with information downstairs, the roof garden supplies a wonderful sense of peace and calm.
A spider plant casts its shadows in the conservatory at Abbotsford in the Scottish Borders.
Several months ago this honeysuckle bloomed in what seemed to me rather a half-hearted manner. Throughout the summer it plodded along without doing very much, but a few days ago it burst into flower again, this time far more emphatically.
I forgot to post my usual Friday photo last week so I’m posting a Sunday trio instead. I was out on Friday taking my octogenarian parents to the seaside. As we walked on the beach at St Andrews, my mum saw a roundish stone and said to me: ‘Is that a turnip?’ It amused me and I relayed the conversation to my dad, who hadn’t heard what she’d said. A few minutes later, he bent down to write in the sand.
This lone sunflower fortuitously sprang up unexpectedly in the garden. For several weeks I’ve been watching with interest, waiting to see what it would look like when it flowered. A couple of days ago its petals unfurled and it’s been attracting bees ever since. I’m looking forward to collecting the seeds and planting more next year.