Early sunset.

Dates are funny things. We use them to mark the passage of time and to organise our lives, but sometimes they have very little real significance or meaning. It doesn't seem as if it all happened a month ago; in some ways it seems much longer, in other ways it all seems much more recent. Time is still fractured.

Maybe getting things sorted out this afternoon will help; somehow I think it is more likely that we'll have to wait until after the equinox. Getting dark so early these days. Took this one on the way back from Blairgowrie just after 3pm. The sun was well down an hour later.

As for the subject, there are a lot of these little collections of trees in this part of the world. I always just assumed that they were in a part of the field that was otherwise too difficult to plough, but some of them even have little dry stane dykes built around them. Anyone got any ideas?