As you can imagine being south is very different from my usual Shetland life. I will admit that, at times, I struggle.
My therapy is to walk as the sun is going down and the light is fading.
Obviously I walk only in safe places that I know and grew up around.
I get to see another world that I used to belong to.
Walking is good for me.
It may not be Shetland, but still, south has its own beauty.
These are photos from walks the past few days.
Some really lovely photographs, Frances! I hope your mum is well and is enjoying your company.
You’re right, of course – it’s beautiful in it’s own way and special to you. Shetland is home however, and you’ve seen the beauty there too. Seems to me, you have the best of both worlds and are very, very fortunate. Happy Holidays!
Pink blossoms in December?
Winter viburnum, apparently,