Morning cycle.

Morning cycle.

My first house was built in Chinese bond, also known as rat trap bond, but your example is more elaborate, and not one I have seen before.

Morning cycle.

Black obsidian.

The Frog-Eyed Sprite reincarnated.

A beautiful morning, but no flies hatching or fish rising.

This will come later, no doubt!

A pedestrian bridge over a drainage ditch on a public footpath has been illegally demolished, and the ditch has been deepened and widened. This is where three important public footpaths, that now can’t be navigated, converge! I will now roam wherever I please on this land.#walking.#Righttoroam.

Cycling this morning. We both raged about the orange dictator for a few miles, then Just pushed up the hills and enjoyed the views and quiet rural lanes. #cycling

my cycling country #Cycling

Feeling very glad that I got out for a walk this afternoon as this is how the sky changed in just one hour.

Dramatic light on my morning cycle.

“Forever” 1969 by George Fullard.

Remembering my uncle John, lost at sea defending the Atlantic convoys.

They always make me think of Robin’s Balzac!

I get similar comments about my cut down old wellies!

The view from the garden this evening.

Today was the Annual Flodden Ride from Coldstream to Branxton Hill, the site of the 1513 Battle of Flodden Field. The Coldstream Pipe Band, and the world famous Coldstream Guards lead over 200 riders through the small town. Every town in the Scottish Borders is represented.

Exactly!

London in 1969.

A breeze is keeping the harvest flies and biting insects at bay, so I’m sitting on the deck with a glass of Tullibardine. Slainte!

This is how the Coldstream Guards do it!

Rain was forecast, but we had sunshine for our morning cycle.