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I climbed up the Langshaw road above Torwoodlee looking up the road to the snowy hills I'd just come through in the bus.
The colours were saturated; as was the ground, it took a long tense time after I'd drawn for two hours, to get down without ending up sliding down on my rear...
And then it was getting dark, so I walked to Gala, and met the same bus and the same bus driver on the outskirts. He stopped and remembered me because I'd forgotten to take my ticket ... so a happy outcome.

This was when it was getting cold and rainy, and I almost didn't catch the bus home; but the kind bus driver stopped.

Thee two were in the early part of December, when the light changed suddenly from warm light to stormy threatening dark.

A stormy glittering day in November; very cold wind but which made the grasses looking over to Sutra silvery.

This is on an old road, on the southern borders of Edinburgh looking out to Sutra in the last week of October. Surprisingly warm, so I didn't need gloves, hood, scarf, thermal vest, leggings, a hand warmer, thick coat etc, etc...

... filtered through the sycamore leaves of the trees growing beside the heron's hunting ground.

Various plants, whose name I don't know grow along the Water of Leith - but I do know this one, Buddleia; it looks like bunches of purple honey smelling grapes.

The Borders railway has opened; I took the train to Stow and walked up the hill, fell off the gate avoiding the dead rabbit and drew Watherall Hill in the hot sunny afternoon.