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The weather turned this week. Winter is coming. The days get shorter, the wind blows harder and to cope we go into denial. We dream of spring and the life and colour of hopeful new flowers. Where am I going with this? Well, this Sunday on the 7th October we headed over to Roslin Glen to participate in the Midlothian Science Festival where we planted a variety of different bulbs for the following year. I’ll admit that it’s not much to look at right now. In fact it’s not dissimilar to the aftermath of a mole infestation. But next year, when you’re going for a walk through the Glen in the brisk Spring air, you’ll see crocuses and daffodils, snow drops and bluebells. We hope they brighten your day.
We dedicate this to the many worms that were drastically shortened by an unfortunate spade thrust in service to those flowers and honour their noble sacrifice. Also digging holes is surprisingly fun.

Thanks Charlotte!

We went to Beeslack woods on Sunday. The journey there was great with two camps: bus versus bikes. Naturally there was some back and forth between the two but the bus ultimately won. This time.
Upon arrival we discovered that there were some pesky trees that need not be standing. So we solved the problem with some light felling. Various logistical problems were quickly overcome by basic geometry and some brute force.
Never fear though. The trees were put to good use by lining the path so that we wouldn’t all fall down the slope that so plagued our navigation around the woods. Lunch, biscuits and the inevitable rhododendron bashing was rightfully also fulfilled.

Thanks Rosie!

Hermitage of Braid

Meadow grass had been cut down

Strewn willy nilly

 

Sunshine and blue skies

The rescue team descended

Dirties had arrived

 

The meadows we raked

Grass collected in barrows

Pilled in the nettles

 

Flowers will grow soon

Lunch and ratchet screwdriver

The meadow reraked

 

 

Thanks Nina!