Dog Walk – wet and dry grass.

Today on the morning dog walk it was wet. A relentless gentle drizzle (Scotch mist) made worse by the leaves of the trees aggregating it and turning it into plonking showers at each and every little breeze.

Water droplets on red grass seedheads.
Droplets on the grass seeds and stems because the rain was too gentle to dislodge them. The droplets only grew to run off and then regrow again.

Yesterday though, it was dry with the grass waving in the sunny breezes and the mumbling background sound of the commentary at the Forgandenny horse trials wafting across the valley.

It’s amazing that it takes less than twenty minutes to walk the dog from my city back door to a hill top like this where I can sprawl in the sun on the grass.

Lying in the long grass, waving in the breeze, in the sunshine.
The feet of me lazing in the sunshine in the long grass which was waving gently in the breeze, the hills in the distance and the sound of the commentary from the Forgandenny horse trials across the valley barely heard.

And because it was dry and hot the dog walk became a picnic with a flask of tea, soft rolls filled with honey roast ham, cheese, sliced tomato, loads of black pepper and salad cream. Accompanied by a hopeful looking dog. He got dog biscuits and a doggy sausage. I got the ham in its surroundings.

The disturber of the peace and tranquility. The constant seeker of amusement. The hunter of whatever it sees that is small and moving at speed. Terriers.
The disturber of the peace and tranquility. The constant seeker of amusement. The hunter of whatever it sees that is small and moving at speed. Terriers.

When I come out of the woods onto the hill up here the views along the river make me question why I go on holiday to other parts of the UK. The landscape here is just magnificent. I wish I was a photographer good enough to do it real justice.

The river and railway wending its way through the farmland to the hills in the distance.
The river and railway wending its way through the farmland to the hills in the distance. The old ford used to be just to the right of the railway bridge.

But today it rained, so I made the effort to photograph today’s wet grass to contrast with yesterdays dry grass. And wet whins too. Give them a bit more hot and dry weather and these pods will go black in the sun and pop like crackers to scatter the seeds.

Wet Whin leaves and pods.
Soaked today, but give them a little longer to ripen and these pods will go black and go off like crackers in the sun scattering the seeds far and wide.