Lifting mine eyes

Life is somewhat dreary at the moment. Not half as dreary as for those poor souls who've lost their homes or businesses or jobs because of the riots in England (which appear to be over... let's hope) but somewhat less than splendid all the same. Also it has been raining in Edinburgh for what feels like the past forty days and nights. Though, miraculously, not actually today (yet). And it can't have been raining the other day either when I went on the above short walk, which is all I really have to tell you about today.

Edinburgh is surrounded by hills, even though it's in the Central Lowlands. You can imagine what the rest of Scotland is like - the other bits are the Southern Uplands and the Northern Highlands.

In the photo above, you see the Pentland Hills, which are slightly further away than they look, but not much.

And on my return towards home, here is Corstorphine Hill.

I may have blogged about this before but here is the garden of a chap in the next street. He likes to clip his plants into neat shapes, which he trims with small clippers every few days. Wonderfully appropriately, he's a retired hairdresser.

Here's his hedge. The photos are a bit sideyways because you can't really stand directly in front of the houses of people you vaguely know, taking photos of them.

Nearing home, there's the hill inside the city, Arthur's Seat, in the distance.

The Pentlands again - we would have this view from our house if we just lived up the hill a little bit. But we don't.

According to my son-in-law, who knows about these things, I have nearly used up my Blogger photo allowance. I didn't know there was such a thing. I wonder if this will publish.

Ah well. Off to change the bed, do a bit of dusting and then go to the supermarket. Have a good weekend, one and all.