Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Among the fields of gold...

This was an amazing moment this afternoon - it was late, there was no sun, the sky was quite grey, and yet this patch of golden grass between the dead bracken and the river Massan seemed to light up the whole of the hanging valley at the top of the glen.

An ordinary day, apart from some fiercely demanding Pilates in the morning - a day of beginning to organise presents (birthdays first, then Christmas) for my grandchildren and leaving it all to go a walk with my pal. By the time we were back at the foot of the glen it was more or less dark. I had done well over my target of 10,000 steps and was totally ready for the delicious lemony prawn risotto I cooked for dinner.

Ordinary is fine, sometimes ...

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