Dairsie bridge

The Autumn colours are beginning for one of my favourite views from the cemetery beside the old St Mary’s church at Dairsie.

During the week we were surprised when Abigail asked to go with her dad to visit the grave of her uncle F to plant a flower - she came home, wrote a message on a balloon and watched it floating high.

We went today to see the little red Cyclamen she had planted - it would have been his birthday in 2 days time.

Abigail had told me she liked stroking the horses in the field next door but today I see the Charolais bulls are back.