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Cerise-ly?!

On a showery Sunday afternoon sandwiched between a dreich Saturday and a wet Monday, that briefest of phenomena, an Orcadian Autumn, put in a surprise appearance midst some watery sunshine. It wasn't New England in the fall, it wasn't a vast swathe of colour across a broad landscape, it wasn't even knee deep in leaf litter, but it was magical in its way.

The Rosa rugosa was swinging its hips in a dashing red and cerise number...




Elder bushes were flaunting greens and purples...



There were still a few Buddleia blooms on display...


And Rowans were laden with ripe red berries which, on another part of the walk, were being much appreciated by migrating thrushes: Redwings, Fieldfares and Blackbirds.


I have no idea what this is, other than gorgeously pink.


One particular Rosa rugosa was in a fiendish mood, showing an impressive set of snarling,  sharp teeth.


There were a few insects about, not many, but the fading light did add a splash of colour to this fly's wings.


Lichen wars continue come rain or shine. Here's a small colony facing annexation!


A shower passed between the West Mainland and the island of Hoy.


In places, it was still possible to find a few of Summer's blooms. Here's some Red Clover.


And a Devil's-bit Scabious, complete with bumblebee.


In the Gyre woodland, there were lichenscapes aplenty.


As well as a trickling burn...


and some colourful Yellow Brain fungus on a Gorse stem.


This fearsome creature could have been an Eldersaurus?


Thank you for your company!

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  1. Getting to like Nahal ( class double meaning btw), it has a totally different feel from I&T. A bit like Robert Plant after leaving Led Zeppelin or Richie Blackmore after quiting heavy rock.

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  2. Thanks, Mark, those are comparisons that are really really easy to live with! Yeah, the Nahal thing wasn't thought through at all (just being a simple acronym), but a few minutes in Google did bring a smile to my face (well, apart from the whole military youth thing).

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