Fallen ...

In a way, this photo sums up the way I felt about the weather today. Torrential rain fell for much of the night, yet by morning it was sunny - sunny enough to waken me, sunny enough to have coffee in the garden mid-morning and feel hot. Then the heavens opened and we discovered that the windscreen wipers on our car weren't working. (We've had it back from the garage for all of three days). And then, having been placated yet again with the little, ancient Skoda that our garage uses as its courtesy car, we headed out, late in the afternoon, realising that the rain had stopped. 

So here, the fallen tree is the representation of the disturbance of the normal order of things - destruction, removal from its origins, helplessness - brought about by the absurd weather we're having at the moment. Yet the delicately blue sky, the calm sea, the picturesque white cumulus over the Arran hills - these all indicate the calm of such a still, warm afternoon and its soothing effect on the savage breast ...

And there's a touch of humour in the dwindling tidal island just offshore, where the birds that sit there are having to cluster ever closer together as the sea encroaches. You can't hear them, but their squawking was what I felt like doing when the chap from the garage couldn't fix the car ...

Extra photo is a glorious honeysuckle we passed on our return walk.