Looking Down on Eddleston

His Lordship nobly offered to drive me down to Peebles this morning for a photo shoot. I had envisioned a walk along the River Tweed and a picnic by the side of the water, but everything fell apart when we realised how arctic it was outside and he realised as the icy blast sneaked up his trouser legs that " ne'er cast a cloot till May be oot", was not an idle homily.

And so the picnic was enjoyed in the car with our hot drinks after I had resolutely braved the river bank with my camera for views of the Tweed with the backdrop of the town.

With the chill factor being more unwelcome by the minute, we called it a day and journeyed home via the back road to Eddleston over the Meldons, bleak and deserted at his time of year with only sheep for company, until we came nearer the outskirts of the village where the countryside took on a sunnier disposition.

The gentle hills round this area are, even in February, a nice plump and rounded green, with the land divided by stark trees, and cut hawthorn hedges, which from a distance look like thin clipped moustaches winding up and along, following the terrain.

With many blips in the bag, I think this one of the village of Eddleston seen from the height of the back road, best illustrates the countryside.