The woodlands of Golspie Glen show the first signs of approaching autumn by scattering their leaves across earth left wet by the recent rain, and the small tributary burns are rushing with whisky-coloured water. The dampness has brought out....
....the fungi. This one, the size of a soup plate, is perhaps an orange birch bolete, and was the only one which hadn't been chewed, although....
....one small slug was embarking on what might be a gargantuan meal.
The trees are still green but there's a hint of yellow-brown in them. This is the skating lake beside which we sat for a time in weak sunshine, long enough to catch a fleeting sight of a lone dragonfly, a hawker, patrolling the margins of the pond.
Having seen only one butterfly on our walk, a specked wood, we came home to our garden where we were welcomed by not one but two butterflies, a red admiral which may well be the one we saw on Wednesday, and this peacock.
The woodlands of Golspie Glen show the first signs of approaching autumn by scattering their leaves across earth left wet by the recent rain, and the small tributary burns are rushing with whisky-coloured water. The dampness has brought out....
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