Under our noses

I wonder if any of the blippers who read this find, as I do, that they seem compelled to fit in exercise every day - or if, in fact, the very need to get a photo drives them out of doors whether they feel like it or not...And has it been a more compelling need during the lockdown period? I was actually tired today - sore bits from gardening and bashing up the glen yesterday - but despite that insisted we should walk to the church to make a recording rather than take the car (12 minutes of brisk walking either way) and then go for a walk in the late afternoon just because it makes us feel like eating dinner. 

It was during this walk - for by then I had become pretty bad-tempered, with one thing and another - that I felt the need to escape from the shore road and the people that were coming behind us and their animated conversation. So when a set of concrete steps down to the rocky shore seemed more or less intact (they're a relic of the days when every house owner would have wanted access, perhaps to a small boat) I took the chance and clambered down. It's a very rocky shore indeed; the rocks have been pushed up in slanting layers and are hard to walk over, but they provide nooks for soil to accumulate and this little garden appealed enormously. I recognise the thrift in the foreground, but everything else will have to go nameless ...

Posting an extra of the midday light on the windowsill in church when we arrived to record hymns. I love being there at different times of the day; the organist's key means we don't need to bother anyone else. 

Still feeling on the grumpy side, btw ...