Sunset over The River Tay, a view from my garden. The world is in constant change, weather, growth, life death. I'm bursting into song....what a wonderful world....
In a second or two the sun dipped below the horizon.
The rich rural scenery of North Fife, Scotland, provides variety from the historic city of St Andrews and the quaint harbours of the East Neuk of Fife. A Royal Palace in Falkland, a Folk Museum in Ceres, a National Trust Mansion House near Cupar, Balmerino Abbey, Lindores Abbey, Newburgh, Dunbog, Glenduckie, Creich, Birkhill, Ballinbreich, Abdie, Upper Flisk and more in beautiful North East Fife. Also the occasional wander.
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Wheat Harvest Logie North Fife
Wheat Harvest at Logie Farm North Fife, a long rainy summer, the wettest I've known, causing the most amazing growth of vegetation particularly weeds. Fortunately just at the right time we are enjoying a dry windy sunny spell, I imagine the yields will be very good. Climate change has severely affected agricultural produce this year notably potatoes in this area with too much water, drought in America affecting corn and soya.
Swings and roundabouts.
Eventually there won't be enough to go round, millions of people starving in many countries already. Given our lifestyle we really do fiddle as Rome burns.
Right now in Europe we are experiencing austerity, less income with rising commodity prices partly caused by speculators busy making more money at the expense of the rest of us. The wealthy of course tend to be those in power who look after themselves. I sincerely wish they develop empathy.
Labels:
Austerity,
Climate change,
Death,
Famine,
Speculators,
Wheat Harvest
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Glorious 12th
Red Grouse (Lagopus lagopus scoticus). Today, the Glorious 12th starts the shooting season of red grouse. I think it should be more suitably called the Inglorious 12th. A time when moorland owners charge £1000s to the privileged and wealthy who find enjoyment in blasting as many as possible to death. Few get eaten, many rot before they get to the game dealers.It is a beautiful bird, truly wild, a joy to come across when walking the heather, such a shame that some delight to kill gratuitously.
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