“Isn’t it Getting Dark Early?”

It was a busy old weekend, not quite sure where it went, but then again do I ever? Sure, losing Saturday morning because of Friday evening was pretty much all of my own making, but it sure did shorten the weekend.Bike going along a track

Water of leith and Murrayfield stadiumNot that I spent it all sleeping – far from it. Since Thursday’s jam making session, I’ve spent the evening in the pub, a morning feeling ever-so-slightly sorry for myself, made a Christmas cake, taken the dog for three walks, made a risotto, been out for a cycle (and somehow ended up buying a bottle of wine and a jumper, as you do), made a ham, chicken and leek pie, and labelled the jams. All of this has kind of limited my time for writing blog posts.Clouds at sunset

As luck would have it though, walking the dog was later on Saturday (delayed due to Christmas cake creation) which meant that the sun was setting when we got down to the shore – I do like sunsets, not sure if I’ve mentioned it before – and it was also wonderfully crisp [read: bloody freezing] on Sunday when I went for a ride on my new bike, both of which led to some photo taking. Combined with the phrase I’ve heard so many times in the last week – you’d think with the clocks going back at this time every year we’d realise it got dark earlier, but seemingly not, I’m as guilty as everyone for saying it – I think they sum up the non-food part of my weekend quite well. Hope you enjoy.Sunset at Granton, firth of forthReflection of trees in the water, at sunset


Day 33: Canals and Reflections

Sunday afternoon dog walking hasn’t featured for a little while, so here was this weekend’s wander. Having let her run a lot on Saturday, Sunday was kept to a slightly shorter walk along the Union Canal.Canals and reflections

Starting out at Sighthill we walked along the old tow path of the canal (which has been re-layed not too long ago) towards Ratho. This round trip of a few miles takes in some rather sleepy stretches of canal (although the stretches I’m not calling sleepy are not exactly what Canals and reflectionsI’d call wide awake) and several bridges that time seems to have entirely forgotten. If it wasn’t for the other walkers and cyclists that were using the path time could have almost literally (I say almost because it obviously can’t even slow down noticeably) stopped.

After the pea-soup mist that summarised Saturday, Sunday’s sun made it actually feel like spring (or almost summer) and to go with it I think we’ve found the perfect little country get away – that’s still technically within the city. A house that backs onto the canal with its own little jetty. From here (once you repaired it) one could take one’s canoe/kayak and have some fairly good exercise paddling up and down the canal. The only problem being that it’s still a canal and thus deadly dull and only good for some pictures of reflections.Canals and reflections


In the Summertime When the Weather is Fine…

I think we can all agree that here in Edinburgh the weather is anything but ‘fine’. At the time of writing it is raining, it is cold, it is windy and it is generally miserable. We’ve just come through a cold snap – we had a lot of heavy frost last weekend, which made for lots of fun photos – with plenty of ice (I ended up having an unexpected sit down on the way to work on Friday) and bone chilling winds. Don’t get me wrong, I really like winter and I have no objection to the cold – my favourite weather-related maxim is There’s no such thing as bad weather; just inappropriate clothing – but at this time of year our minds often wander to the warmer months where all you need are shorts, t-shirts, flip flops and sunglasses. I was thinking about this in work on Friday and it made me look up an old photo album from August 2010.Sun, weather, St Andrews, East Sands, Beach, Paddling

Sun, weather, St Andrews, East Sands, Beach, PaddlingThere is nothing better than strolling along the edge of the water on a nice sandy beach. The waves gently lapping over your feet and the biggest care in your world is where you’re going to find an ice cream or a cooling jug of Pimm’s. I was on East Sand, St Andrews on this particular occasion and so these ponderous questions weren’t even a problem (Janetta’s, the ice cream shop; and I own ‘the Pimm’s jug’ for a reason) so I was just left to watch the sun glimmering off the gently rippling water. Bliss. And certainly much better than the driving rain…

Sun, weather, St Andrews, East Sands, Beach, Paddling