04 February 2015 –
The sound of a drumming woodpecker broke the quiet. A dog-walker crossed above the Blacksey Burn on muddy but frozen-firm ground. The sun, diffused behind motionless thin cloud, drew a light which was bright yet shadowless. A day for groundscapes in muted colours.
Up the hill in Bull Wood, chattering gangs of long-tailed tits flew ahead of my soft passage. Here a tumbling stone wall marks the edge between the City of Glasgow and Renfrewshire. A frozen flood, a sub-zero Everglade, barred further progress. I had to get home and change for work.
