Grainy Borders

We were up to see my aunt in Coldstream today. Last time it was rapeseed but now the fields are now full of ripe, or recently harvested barley.

The girls’ great aunt is  93 and though her body may not comply how it used to, her spirit is still vital. She has a wonderful garden with plenty of resting places dotted around.  I grabbed this chance to get a shot of the three of them.  There’s always one that gets the giggles.