‘Sometimes in the middle autumn days,
The windless days when the swallows have flown,
And the sere elms brood in the mist,
Each tree a being, rapt, alone’
We headed up to Scotland last weekend on a flying visit. We had no agenda this weekend in fact we had ‘lost the plot’ a little as it is a while since our last visit but it is always good to get away and I am like an excited child waiting to catch a glimpse of the sea. I especially love this time of year it is so peaceful and quiet – when we woke on Saturday morning the sun shone brilliantly beckoning me into the garden to do a little late weeding.
As I wandered around checking the beds and plants I noticed the once colourful Jubilee bunting that fluttered all Summer between the trees had now been torn away from its anchorage by the recent high winds and lay lifelessly draped over the fading Rosa Rugosa bushes like a symbolic memento of a year so full of celebration that is sadly coming to an end.
Whilst part of the garden is in decline there were unexpected surprises at every turn. The Nasturtiums continue to grow and flower adding vivid spots of colour here and there…
as do the pretty little deep purple Salvias that give off the most delightful sage smell as you brush by…
and what is this Primula doing already in flower?
…and my problem pond – although full of Sycamore leaves and Pine needles it is for once absolutely crystal clear and Algae free.
After a late lunch we drove up through the North Rhins (we are in the South) to the top of the Peninsula – the sky was a magnificent deep blue usually found on a Summers day. These are boats taken out of the water for maintenance work on Wig Bay – I always think they look quite majestic with their tall masts.
Equally majestic is the stunning Cow Parsley like a guard of honour lining the grass verges on either side of the narrow lanes.
I love the red corrugated tin clad farm buildings in this area contrasting with the green surroundings and the blue sky.
When dusk begins to descend the whole place takes on a sombre mood with the varying shades of grey against a cool silvery sea – this picture is looking along the shore to the village – a more wintry feeling is certainly closing in – the long sweeping beach is gradually being covered by seaweed tossed around by a turbulent sea.
And all too soon our weekend was over and we set off back to ‘busyland’ across the border!
I hope you enjoyed your whistle-stop tour of our little cottage garden and the North Rhins in my next post I will tell you about our stop off on the way back down at the Craft Fair in the cutest village of Kirkbean.
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