Lockdown week 6 - Tuesday

I'm putting too many photos on the blog; I realise that. But it cheers me up to see the loveliness that lifted our spirits earlier in the day. Today we crossed the golf course and walked up the lane between the two halves of it,

enjoying the bluebells (even though they're wicked invasive Spanish ones - but they're pretty)

and the campion

and the cherry blossom

and climbed up the hill to admire the view of the city.

Then we walked along the spine of the hill, which gives good views of the sea and of Fife, on the other side. The "sea" is actually a wide river estuary, but it's tidal and salty so we always think of it as the sea. 

The sun shining through the trees made interesting shadow patterns.

Blue blue blue.

Here we are, looking back at the city.

And then we came out of the end of the wood and looked over the other side of the hill, towards the west and south.

There's the airport - see the tower about a third of the way from the left, half way down the photo? There were no planes at all while we watched.

And there's the new bridge across the river, looking like a series of tents, with a tiny glimpse of the rail bridge - the little curve of red latticework sticking up under the middle tent.

Then we went back along the top of the hill. You can see how shallow the earth must be in places - just a thin layer over rock, so that the roots of the trees have to fan out over the surface.

 
These steps are steeper than they look here.

Our friends the zebras, through the Zoo fence.

And down through the gorse bushes to the road, and home. Mr L's clever device stopped working half way through our walk, but it was about 5 hilly miles.

In the afternoon I cut out lots of little strips of fabric for the border of Small Grandson's quilt. Then in the evening there was a Zoom book group meeting. And so the days drift on in their not unpleasant, but sadly grandchildless way.