
Taken from my back garden a few nights ago.

Taken from my back garden a few nights ago.

Another reminder that Christmas is coming.

Floral display in the porch of the village hall.

The moon over Trevelyan Hall and Pencaitland SPAR.

Rustling underfoot.

Flowers by streetlight.

In Tyninghame Smiddy.

The light above my restaurant table.

On a cold Autumn evening.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
– Laurence Binyon