05 June 2015

Twilight of the,... err,... everything really

The Borders in the gloaming; the gloaming in the Borders.

In reiver country for much of the last week.  The ranks of alien conifers and denuded hillsides beyond are all but devoid of Black Grouse; atop the ridge the peaty-puddled heathery plateau is free of Hen Harrier; and the carbon dioxide in the sky above is tipping the balance at 400 ppm.

Take a bow everybody,... take a bow.

1 comment:

Simon Douglas Thompson said...

My new eye candy while out running on the cycle path is the giant A1 sliproad they are building to link to a new estate of cheap box houses...