Stories and photos from Scotland
Quine is the Doric word for girl. The Quines (or Super Quines as we have become recently) are a group of women that met on Twitter. I can’t recall the exact ways in which we all first started chatting, though these has been much hilarity from the start. I follow many local people as well as those who share various interests, and there’s a mix of that among The Quines. Last year some of us met up in person, out in the wider world, and we hope to meet our more distant living Quine one day too.
On the way home from a hospital visit in 2020, I stopped at Balmedie beach.
I crossed the boardwalk slowly, being careful not to catch my slippers in the gaps between wood. My foot is a lot better, though I still can’t wear proper shoes or put my heel right down on the ground, but I was determined to walk on the beach.
Continue reading “Walking on Balmedie Beach in my Slippers”
Golden mornings follow bright sunrises and the low sun does things to the sky:
The view turns green.
Fairies dance and laugh in the woods.
The canopy returns.
Trees froth and flower, filling the air with their sweetness.
There’s blue above and blue below. The return of summer.
The light and icy conditions were with me, so this is a completely self-indulgent post of loch photos.
Colours and skies become startling in autumn.
Plums ripen and fields are ploughed.
And the road home is sprinkled with gold.
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Autumn is tinging the tips of leaves now. A quiet point has been reached, a small breathing space between frenetic activity. It makes me sleepy. I sit in a beach cafe eating chips and watch others be energetic:
In fact there’s rather a lot of sitting going on this weekend. Sitting. Staring. Watching. Contemplating the busy time to come. And smelling the birthday flowers, because that’s always good.
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