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.
Apparently, more than 60% of Brits believe that cows lying down indicates rain on the way. According to the Meteorological Office, the position of cattle in a field has nothing to do with weather conditions and probably means they’re just tired and needing a rest. I took this photograph yesterday morning when the sky began to look quite threatening. It did rain, but not until about six hours later. Make of that what you will.
Yesterday, while wandering around the magnificent walled garden at Cambo Estate near St Andrews in Fife, I came upon a drift of beautiful pale pink musk mallows (Malva moschata). I bought a packet of musk mallow seeds earlier this year and am looking forward to growing them in the spring. Mine are white with just a touch of pink in the middle, but I wouldn’t mind some of these lovely pale pink ones as well.
A cobbled lane in the conservation village of Culross, in Fife. Walking round Culross (pronounced Koo-ross) is like stepping back in time. Many of the old walls and buildings date back to the 16th and 17th Centuries and there are lots of little lanes and curious features to be discovered.
This is a tortoiseshell butterfly I saw the other day. Despite its loveliness, the shadow it casts makes me think of a menacing alien. If it were several times larger and looming over me in unfamiliar circumstances I think my heart rate would increase quite rapidly.
I was delighted the other day, when visiting the farm shop tearoom at Trumperton Forge in Angus, to see that the farmyard animals had been given a way of cooling down in the hot weather. Several large plastic containers filled with water were being enjoyed by the ducks.