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.
A truly magnificent fruit scone served with butter and jam in the Apples for Jam tearoom in Melrose. With a scone so fresh and delicious, the accompanying condiments seemed superfluous.
I’m fond of sheep and like trying to photograph them, but they’re not the best of models. This one didn’t get the idea at all, or perhaps it did and wanted to make a bold statement.
While wandering around the Aberdeenshire village of Braemar last summer, I spotted the little chaps shown below looking out from the front window of a house near the Princess Royal and Duke of Fife Memorial Park. Highland games are held in the park each September, attended by the Queen and various other royals. I wonder if any of the Royal Family have seen the gnomes as they’ve made their way into the park. I like to think so.
Floors Castle, near Kelso in the Scottish Borders, is a magnificent old stately home sitting in splendid grounds. It has an excellent tearoom, garden centre and adventure playground, and the gardens round the back of the house are a delight to wander round. The archway shown below is one of the many attractive features of Floors: a profusion of greenery cascading over a stone wall leading into a paved courtyard.
When I went to have my hair cut this morning I learned that my hairdresser had just returned from holiday in Dubai. She told me how she’d spent her time there: bouncing around on sand dunes in a 4×4, camel riding, visiting a race track and scaring herself on a roller-coaster. It was all a bit different from my memories of Dubai, where I worked for a while in the dry docks. The brownish lump of steel shown below on the right hand side of the picture is the hull of the Asima, the ship I was working on.
There are three bridges across the Firth of Forth on the east coast of Scotland, linking Edinburgh to the south with Fife to the north. Of these three, one (the iconic red Forth Rail Bridge, opened in 1890) is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and another (the bright white Queensferry Crossing, opened in 2017) is the world’s longest three-tower cable-stayed bridge. Sitting between these two impressive structures is the Forth Road Bridge, opened in 1964. It may not be as striking as either of its more visually stimulating neighbours, but the Forth Road Bridge has its own graceful greyness.