These harvested potatoes are certainly very new – the red machine is picking them straight out of the ground, and the yellow elevator passes them over into one of ten waiting wooden boxes on the trailer alongside. Images taken from our bedroom window at my parent’s house in the North of Scotland 🙂
A delicate wild poppy growing along the edge of a potato field, plums growing in my mum and dad’s garden, wildflowers growing along the grass verge of a country road, and a very heavy sunset due to the density of dark clouds hanging over the Black Isle ❤
Crocus? In September? In Scotland? Yep! 🙂
Another memory from childhood, and another thing I really love about Nairn beach is the way the sharp spiky grey-green fronds of beachgrass grow straight out of the undulating powdery white sand dunes – and the way that curtain of grass rising up ahead of you, rustling in excitement and expectation, almost hides the beach from view until you come over the top and there it is, the vast expanse of sand and sea and salty air, welcoming you to its own liminal world of constant ebb and flow 🙂
This week’s smile from me comes from really enjoying the somewhat slower pace of life out here in the Scottish countryside, from once again having the time to appreciate the natural beauty and variety of plants growing in the grass verges at the side of the road, and the satisfying sight of newly baled straw after a successful harvest 🙂
Yeah I know, it’s Sunday again and I’m only now getting round to my Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. But in my defense the wi-fi connection here at my mum and dad’s is not the best at the best of times, so I get frustrated and don’t bother half the time.
Anyway, yesterday we went for a walk along the shore at Fort George, which was built after the end of the Jacobite Rebellion and the Battle of Culloden in 1745, when Bonnie Prince Charlie and his co-conspiritors had tried (unsuccessfully) to regain the British throne for the House of Stuart from King George II.
Fort George first opened its heavy studded doors in 1749, long after the Jacobite threat had subsided, and is still occupied by the British Army today. Here’s a couple of pics from around the entrance and outside of the Fort 🙂
There are loads of old churches in Inverness, as with many old towns, and many have been repurposed. This particular old church in, um, Church Street is now Leakey’s second hand bookshop! It’s full from top to bottom with books and maps and pictures and all things paper-based, and it smells all old-booky and papery delicious…
Personally I can browse randomly in there for ages, but I suppose the only problem would be if you were trying to find one specific thing squirrelled away somewhere in all the middle of all those full-to-bursting shelves, as it seems the Dewey Decimal System is definitely not part of the overall mix – now applying that really would be a conundrum! 🙂