Ash Leaves.

I was in Penicuik to deliver some junk highly desirable pre-loved goods to the charity shop today after which I took a stroll along a route beside the Esk that I used to do with Merlin. It must have been quite a challenge for a dog so deficient in the leg department, but then it was half a lifetime ago as far as the old lad was concerned. It was somewhere near here, a few years ago, that I found a squirrels dray; today it was this dead twig on an otherwise healthy ash tree.