Tag Archives: nature
Echoes of Thundering Pool
Here are the rest of the photos I took at Thundering Pool in Northumberland a couple of weeks ago. The light is dim in the shaded hollow, and all the rocks are twisted and wrinkled into faces and shapes from … Continue reading
Rose Shadows
Beneath woven rose shadows the fairies wait All delicate blossoms and shimmering laughing light Till the thorns claim blood.
Walking in Storm Clouds
The warm stillness of the day had gathered in my bones, and I felt the urge to walk it out. I needed space, movement and freshness so I headed for the coast. The sky was filled with patches of white … Continue reading
The stitching of earth
Ocean blue reflecting upwards into eternal sky, Silent cloud threads stitched into summer silk, By earths piercing green needles.
Thundering Pool
Tucked away in a northern corner of Northumberland lies the atmospheric Roughting Linn. The name has Gaelic roots, meaning thundering pool, and it has an undoubtedly mystical atmosphere. The path tumbles down almost unseen, from a farm track, through a … Continue reading
Mountainous Masterpiece
There’s a place on the north easterly tip of the Isle of Skye, where the rocks of the earth have been chiseled and carved into astonishing peaks and crags. Nature had been practising and improving as she moved ever northwards, … Continue reading
Eternal Cycles
We stood at the crossroads Caught In the middle of twilight Gazing across eternal Elysian Fields. The golden spell of the dying west Countered by the silver moon Grown plump and round The grasses had drunk their fill of gold … Continue reading
Raspberry Rippled
Wheat fields ripen to raspberry ripples The hot frayed edges of day unravel Into the decaying suns light
Freshly Poured
As the sun turns up the temperature we all need access to fresh drinking water, and here in Scotland we have some of the worlds best quality water running freely through our rivers. Heading for a cooling riverside walk is … Continue reading
The Golden Gloaming
Lining the Brae at the back of the croft are ancient trees, mostly Sycamores, but with a scattering of Oaks. They stand like guardians casting cooling shade across the track. Rolling away from the trees are the fertile strips of … Continue reading










