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Settled, by Britta Benson

I love yarrow. Especially the various stages of going into seed. Fascinating plant. Weed? I suppose so. On my evening walk, I stopped and stopped again to look at the spent flowers and I thought, hey, someone needs to write a poem about yarrow. Here goes… Settled Evening walk, sun’s final path lined by commonContinue reading “Settled, by Britta Benson”

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Forth Road Bridge, by Britta Benson

I crossed the Forth Road Bridge today. For those of you unfamiliar with this bridge crossing the Forth in the East of Central Scotland, the structure is around 2500m long (about 1.5 miles). Crossing this bridge, from North Queensferry to South Queensferry and then back again is a popular local walk. Takes about an hourContinue reading “Forth Road Bridge, by Britta Benson”

On top of Conic Hill, by Britta Benson

I was out for a walk with my husband to clear my head today. As always, I turn to nature when times and tides are choppy and nature never disappoints. Especially here, in Scotland, where we are spoilt for choice and beauty. I spent a morning on top of Conic Hill in Balmaha, overlooking LochContinue reading “On top of Conic Hill, by Britta Benson”