Saturday, 28 September 2013

The last Saturday in September.

Unbelievably warm, like the best summer day, except that it is the end of September.  Each day like this is a gift for the winter.


Ben More from Tostary.


 Dead tree, Loch Tuath.


Along the shore by Lucy's garden.


The broch.


The butterfly.


Ulva Primary peats.


I think it is an eggar but I have to look it up!


A bowl full of brambles.


Yikes. Ragwort gone to seed.




Along by the 'pool'.


Cap jumps in after a stone.


And dries off afterwards.


Burnet rose, and yellow rattle seed heads.