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