It’s an unsettled time of year. That’s partly to do with the seasons and partly with the gear-up for Christmas. September and October were glorious and fleeting, and I didn’t make much of them: I didn’t go hillwalking in what would have been the best conditions of the year. Anyway, I’ve missed the autumn, properly speaking, but I’ve managed to get out, taking photos, in the damp, dark, edgy early winter.
Crazy windows.
Walking through Princes Street Gardens I was alerted to the presence of a robin by its warbling, which is something like that of a thrush, and a bigger sound than one would credit to such a small bird. I scanned about for it but I didn’t have to: it … read on »