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Southern England and my buddies in the US are presently dealing with 95-100 (35-37C) degrees heat. I wish them lemonade and a cool breeze to further facilitate happy days and restful nights.

Up here on the North East coast in Edinburgh it’s mild but somewhat cooler, and the beach at Portobello on the quiet side. Nonetheless, I’m spellbound by skyscape and sea – like life itself, sometimes coloured by storm roar and wonder, sometimes calmed by tranquility, soft sound and peace.

I’m endlessly enthralled by clouds – their cyclical purpose and provision, the things we believe we see in them, their seemingly ethereal presence that, presumably, also carry huge weight? I’m off out for lunch … hoping I might bump into someone today, or some day anyway, who knows how much a small cloud might weigh, and who can tell me how they know!


Portobello’s Groyne number 4 has come under a lot of pressure recently


Inchcolm Island – from Portobello Beach

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Blencathra in majesty


Some days I think twice about lugging one of my much loved but heavy cameras along on a walk. Most days the camera wins. Some days the photographic results are not especially inspiring, and I wonder for a second time! But today I was glad to have the big Nikon with me. There seemed to be every size and cloud-type aloft, tempering and lending many shades of nuance to the fundamentally deep blue of the dome above them. And on days like this, cheeks burning, eyes watering, fingers stiff with cold, the sight of mighty Blencathra in majesty never fails to move me.  Every day this mountain sports a new coat – but day or night, hot or cold, light or dark, the sheer magnificence and permanence is an abiding delight – and comfort.