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.
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.
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.
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.
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.