Light falls like amber on the beckoning beyond
Over the shoulder of these trees
Into the secret spaces
In between
.
Piebald bank of moss and leaves
Breathes
.
Never was I so alive

Water in the eyes
The river grey again
As another squall rolls in from the sea
Clouds hang heavy
Split only by an incongruous
Splash of partial rainbow
Perhaps the slipstream left
By an Angel on re-entry
Or a glimmer of an old promise
Made in haste
But never forgotten
I’ll not be drowning today

We had a trip over the water today- making use of some free tickets for entry to National Trust properties that Michaela won in a competition.
A storm had rattled the old house all night, and the Clyde was still alive with it- flurries of rain, the occasional burst of autumn sunshine, and a dramatic ever changing sky…
We went down the Ayrshire coast, to Culzean Castle…
I feel a few more photographs coming on…


