Seasonal beauty in the Scottish Borders
It’s always fun chatting to taxi drivers on one’s travels. Recently in Leeds, I had a great conversation with a local chap – about the weather. Despite recent events, it's possibly the most popular topic in the UK.
‘Sad to say, you don’t get
seasons here any more,’ he said, bemoaning warm, wet winters and coolish
summers. ‘They’re all the same, these days.’
I didn’t like to disagree, but
this is not the case in the Scottish Borders. We moved into Lindores, 19
Fenwick Park, last summer. A year later, there are clear divisions as the months go by.
Of course, I’m not saying that every
day in autumn is filled with crisp, golden sunshine, or that it snows every day
in winter. However, the archetypal patterns remain. To prove my point, here’s a
brief photojournal of our year in the Borders, with shots of Melrose, Kelso,
Jedburgh, Dryburgh, Selkirk, Hawick and Bedrule. Names to conjure with. With their Buchanesque qualities, they make it an inspiring and wonderfully uncluttered place to live.
In fact, it appears that we may
be the first of a new wave of settlers, saying: ‘Right. That's it. I'm moving toScotland.’
|The Eildons on a hazy summer day|
|Classic autumn tones by the Teviot|
|Snow transfigures Teviotdale|
|Jedburgh Abbey basking in April sunshine|
Politics has changed the face of Britain, but the scenery of the Borders is as fantastic as it ever was. And, as Marc Almond said, ‘the air is better.’
See more on my Borders inspiration Pinterest page.
|Lindores in spring|