Monochrome morning, a group of pheasants tread warily through the garden puffing up their drab feathers against the gusting wind. Rain swirls in clouds, as elegant as ice dancers over the green. Two wood pigeons waddle lazily, oblivious to their surroundings, like corpulent clerics taking the air. If I were inclined I would be checking my recipe books!

Just another watery day; but no such thing as the wrong weather – just the wrong clothes! The little burn hurries by churning up bubbles, beautiful in monochrome…

Bubbling Brook