Yesterday I drove to Tesco in Dingwall. Dingwall is forty miles from here and in the direction of Inverness. There is a Tesco in Ullapool, but it's tiny and
sometimes, most times, not enough. On the way to Dingwall I drive past Rogie Falls
In the time we have lived here I have only visited Rogie Falls once. Yesterday I stopped the car
and followed the woodland trail down to the waterfall
This was more enjoyable than pushing the old trolley up and down the supermarket aisles. Is it my age? I'm beginning to find supermarket shelves full of things I don't understand. Looking for black olives (they'd moved to the tea and coffee section) I picked up a tin of 'jerk paste' in the continental food section. What is it? What's it for? It isn't something you put in shepherds pie.
There is just the merest suggestion of autumn beginning. The days (when not raining or stormy) have a softness. The urgency of spring and the long days of summer have passed. There is a maturity to autumn as it slowly makes way for winter. The combine harvesters have been busy and soon there will be blackberries to pick.
I could have whiled away the day here, playing with the camera, and shutter speeds, getting things in and out of focus, but eventually I came back in to the real world and got some shopping done. It always amazes me that I lug all the shopping home, spend ages putting it away only to find there still isn't anything for supper!