Recently I have blogged about our short trips out to places close to home. Yesterday we didn't need a car, a bike, a hike to find a subject for a photograph or two. Staying with my theme of wings, left the nest after busy weeks of Mr and Mrs Blackbird feeding, cleaning, guarding, teaching, busy birds for this little chap who decided he was going to venture on his on.

Freshly fluffed

We watched from the kitchen window, thinking he would leave too soon, but no, he sat, we had time to change a lens and go out to take his photo. Both parents well out of sight, had done their duty and he was learning to peck and preen all so soon after they looked after him with food on demand. The last of our berries were devoured but we have been paid for gardening to help our feathered and winged friends. 

Beady eye

This little character has still to learn from experience but to be part of his innocent performance was a treat for both of us when we knew he had recently been an egg in a nest in our garden.






Who are you?

The Buddleia and Lavetera are a constant feast for more white butterflies than we can count. The Red Admiral is no gracing the scene and we are hoping the Small Tortoise shell and Peacock butterflies will wing there way when the sedum bursts in the coming weeks. Oh how the joy of nature, lifts my mind and soul. Only a few footsteps or within eyesight as I cook for dad, the wonders of creation paint the garden and bring a sense of much needed calm. Update: shortly after publishing this blog post, I looked out the kitchen window and saw my first Peacock butterfly to visit our garden this year. I was t quick enough to take a photo but the markings have left a beautiful image in my mind. 

Today I am resting as tomorrow we will be visiting the first Yarnfolk festival in Northern Ireland. I really need a boost to my energy to cope with this challenge and hope I can share some photos next week of the experience although not on a grand scale. I appreciate the fact we will have a taste of the big festivals which take place on the mainland. I wouldn't be going if it wasn't for dad as he will come along with me and enable me if I see anything to buy!

I will end this blog with a photo of a busy bee, buzzing with energy, his legs showing how much nectar he can gather. We need to focus on  how much our lives depend on the bees and remember to garden to encourage these vital pollinators. I was a busy B but I will be a resting B today.

Busy bee  

Wings and things

This weekend was special but sometimes special days bring back emotional memories that make happy days a little sad too. After a hectic morning that involved a bit too much of rushing about, the invitation to go out with my camera made this day, one I like to remember now. Where would we go and what would we see? Little did we know, treats would abound in the grounds of Rowallane Gardens, one of our National Trust's gems, not too far from home.

 Blue and grey

Blue and grey

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Scene check

Serious tech




The stonework makes this a beautiful setting for anyone, even those without cameras. Flowers dress the walls and gardens, textures from nature on stone walls. A small area but when we have our cameras hours fly by and with each visit we find something new. A surprise awaited us when we wandered round the twisted paths, breathing in the fresh air, was anything stirring or fluttering there?

leaf me alone : Red Admiral butterfly

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last shot before the rain

We decided to go inside for a cup of coffee, leaving the sunny grounds for respite but little did we know the heavens would open and the rain would come down in torrents! rain stopped play, I left the grounds with a plastic bag over my hair!

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How old is old at Rowallane gardens with history rooted in the grounds



By the wayside

A colourful blog today

Another unplanned evening walk and talk, after I had changed for bed I had to get dressed again! The evening didn't hold promising weather which is why I kept to my routine, preparing for bed and a little bit of knitting. The sun changed its mind and so did dad, so off we went just to refresh our minds. The wildflowers are getting less but patches still remain, we asked along enjoying the pops of colour with wild poppies adding a pop of red to the yellow all around them.

We had a good old chat and solved a million things! My mind is stuffed with a billion things and I appreciate the fact dad has a listening ear. We got close to the car with our camera lens still with the caps on them when my blurry eyes spied two butterflies. I stopped and dad knew from my expression he should be looking in the same direction. Blurry eyes rubbed clear, I know I shouldn't rub my eyes but...... I needed to focus. I hope, photos to share of the two white butterflies we found by the wayside.

Winged pair by the wayside

Double take, just to make sure


I had the paparazzi on my tail!

The wind was blowing but my creative juices were flowing and I couldn't resist a pop of orange bringing back my perspective on wild flower and how I see them. Enthused to continue, hoping the wind will calm and bring me more petals and treasures to share whenever our feet wander about our land.

Orange : pop!

Breathing spaces

Today I have a blog which I feel takes us back to the days our blog started, a few days before our blog anniversary, 21st July. The recent spell of hot weather wasn't what most people would think, days when we could go out with our cameras. It was actually too hot and too bright to be out safely in the sunshine and for actual photographs. The evenings stayed bright and warm which prompted us to go out for a stroll along instead of me sitting trying to complete any knit alongs! I am particularly sun sensitive so I was covered in a high factor despite the evening hour. We didn't travel far but the times we had brought both of us breathing space found in local parks also known as breathing spaces. 

Tree lined

We walked, we talked, we observed, we stopped, we even sat down last night which was a different experience for both of us! I didn't yield to the temptation of checking my iPhone, instead I enjoyed breathing and the immense closeness to nature when I walk amongst trees. I have a few very close friends I have made online who I thought a lot about as they needed extra care recently. I had these friends on my mind and and set all their cares free in the atmosphere I was enjoying when we went for our walk. Always remember to be the one who asks others if they need help and support, no matter where they are in the world as this the of friendship endures.


Be still (thinking about friends)

I had my macro lens on but didn't feel any pressure to take photos, yet when the opportunity arose, my passion returned and with close observation of nature, the joy of finding tiny creatures, hiding amongst, most dead wild flowers was a precious memory to sum up our evenings when we only went for a walk in the park.

One of the parks we have passed by so often in the car but to our shame have never stopped to see what was there. It was a most relaxing experience with grass and trees all around. Scope for us to wander, people watch with dog walker watching and chatting too. Children payed quietly with their parents, couples sat on the perimeter enjoying the sun or reading books. The thought occurred to me that this would have been the perfect setting to sit and knit! Maybe one evening we will go back with my Porter bag full and dad will bring one of his many books, a complete break from routine. Dad reminded me about my pattern file and big notepad but all would fit into my porter bin which he could carry as I would take my black one! I could use my field bag to keep my wool clean.

lady reading

Whose back?

We stopped at the park we kept going back to in previous years and it was here that I found the spotted and dotted. I will let the photos speak as our hearts rejoiced when we lost count of how many ladybirds were settling down to sleep in the tall spikes of cow parsley flowers (ladybugs in the USA) One was so tiny both of us marvelled at how all the distinguishing details were evident on the 'smaller than a grain of rice' bug....Thou hasn't created all things (Revelation 4:11)


Spotted and dotted



Today is duller and both of us are pleased we took the opportunity and I stopped checking online to enjoy an evening with dad coming along. I hope you will feel the freedom both of us felt and remember the breathing spaces, close to your home. Thank you for reading and viewing our blog Beverley