Studying

I was nominally in charge of Torran this morning.  Sometimes, he was in charge of me.  I took him to Dawyck Botanical Gardens to witness the changing of the seasons through fading yellowing ferns, bright glossy red berries and trees who were withdrawing their green leaving golden shades of yellow, orange, red and brown.  Despite all the majesty around him, he concentrated on throwing things into the burn which flows through the garden.  The blipped shot catches him examining a twig to check it was worthy of a water-borne journey downriver.