Oct 18th, 2015
R and I were down in south Scotland visiting my parents this week. The fabulous weather is continuing at the moment although I realize that with the insouciance of fate that as I am not working tomorrow that today will probably be the last day of it. So we went out for a couple of walks, and I was reminded that Argyll is not the only lovely place, because the scenery around Loch Ken is quite stunning.
Today the trees were turning into their autumn coats, and there was every colour from green, to yellow, to pumpkin orange, to blood red on display. Early in the morning the mists were thick and the frost was rigging out the spiders’ webs in the grass as though they were part of a Christmas display. Then the rising sun burned that off and rose high above the low rolling hills, illuminating the scene so that every tree was reflected into the surfaces of the lochs (Ken and Struan) in exquisite detail.
Enough of the poetic language, but it was very nice anyway, and then we went home for a good Scottish lunch of shepherd’s pie and bramble tart with custard.
Heading home now with a car full of purchases made in the bright lights of Castle Douglas, and with a few more kilos of brambles for extra jelly to be made tomorrow. We are all very fortunate to live in such a very lovely country.