My class had a nice afternoon in the local woods, searching for mini beasts and drawing. While they were sitting in the dappled sunlight sketching bluebells I spotted this lovely speckled wood butterfly. We had already seem a few peacocks & green veined whites.
In reply to Colophon (April 2025) by .
As usual I am fascinated by your processes Aaron. Quite different from mine, so I have an itch to write my own colophon now.
I was also noticed you seem to have a taxonomy ‘series’ I’ve not noticed that else where. I am basing this on the links in the post meta.
I also wonder how you get on moving back and forth from classic to block on your two sites. To my surprise I am almost always in the block editor. Running some smoke tests on Glow Blogs at the weekend I was using classic for several posts and was a bit confused at times.
#silentsunday #walking
On the path to Greenside Reservoir. Lots of butterfly around. Also a weasel just to the side of the path, on hind legs, upright looking at us, disappeared down a vole tunnel in the grass. #butterflies #nature
Meall an Fhudair, started bright, drizzle later. Cool breeze. The higher munroes had some snow. A few Cuckoos.Greenshank & Golden Plover on the higher ground. Frogs spawning in a pool in a burn, not in the hill pools yet. Little growth of heather or grass. Few flowers. Primrose lower down. Violets, wood anemones & purple mountain saxifrage (I think).
Read Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ★★★★☆📚
The story of a girl from a wealthy Nigerian family. Without being at all preachy the book covers colonialism, politics, feminism, family & religion.
Greenside, lots of birdsong, mostly goldfinch, chiffchaff & willow warblers; Reed bunting by the water. Butterflies: peacock, green veined white & orange tip. Heard FIRST CUCKOO of the year.
The week of very fine weather broke today. Some rain & hail. Went for a short walk along the River Kelvin. Plenty to see despite the rain.
Read Close to Home by Michael Magee ★★★★☆ 📚
Sean, returns to his Belfast roots after uni. Joins in with pals drinking & drugging. Drags himself out to be a writer. Trauma from violence, class, the troubles echo through everything.
You’re stuck in this hole with the same three or four faces for the rest of your life, drinking, taking gear, hanging around the local until there’s no one left to talk to.
Glen Douglas trio. Hills very dry. A few flowers, wood anemone , lousewort, lesser celandine. Most on the south slope of Ben Reoch & among tree planting on Tullich hill. Larks, pipets & ravens on the hill. Only 3 deer, stags with newish antlers. Some nice new sundew & a wheatear by the road. First Tormentil (one flower).
