Straw bales. I'm heading over to climb the hill behind the village you can see in the distance here.
The usual view, always appreciated whilst puffing up the hill.
Looking a little further to the right (and with some zooming) you can see the field dotted with bales from the first photo.
As I get to the top of the hill I realise I've made a bad route decision...
All is shrouded in wet cloud. It's raining up here.
One tree hill, seen beyond silhouetted rowan branches.
Wet...
Wet...
Wet.
Time to get down from the high ground and away from the clouds.
I stop on the steep descent to watch the swallows.
Always a pleasure.
Umbellifer, seed pods at the ready.
Pretty bend in the road.
Another hill to descend.
Now at the bottom. It's still a bit gloomy but at least it's not actually raining any more. I head over towards the loch; I was there recently with N and know that there are many wildfowers to see just now...
Tansy. (I didn't know what this was, after a quick internet search I do now.)
Droplets on blade of grass.
Knapweed, also sporting pretty rain droplets.
More umbellifers.
The same group but with a different camera angle.
Teasel.
There's quite a big clump of it at the loch this year. I like it and am tempted to plant some in the garden though I understand it can spread easily. Has anyone ever tried growing it? Did it get out of hand?
Solitary swan.
Twisted hawthorn.
Ragwort.
Daisy.
Past the folly on the hill.
Rosebay willowherb.
I'm now on the back roads heading home. Past a cow and her calf.
A last look over the fields.
Home. This little birch leaf falls into my path as a push my bike up to the shed. I like how one side is yellow and the other brown.
I mentioned that N and I had visited the loch recently. Here are some photos. It was a sunnier and drier day, though also quite windy.
A view of the wildflowers lining the cyclepath.
Orange beech leaves against green canopy.
Transport.
We're in the nature reserve and saw a fair number of different bird species at the feeders.
Inquisitive duck.
We then stopped at the river for a picnic lunch. It was nice.
I remember being told by teachers never to write "it was nice" as it was lazy and we should make the effort to think of a more descriptive phrase. But it was nice. I shouldn't start a sentence with but either. And and, while I'm at it...