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Caption: The days were creeping slightly longer. It would be another month before we had our afternoons back, with daylight until six, but by the beginning of February you’re just so relieved to be seeing any light. Even an extra half hour makes a difference after the gloom of midwinter. So we had a few walks this week, including two down the coast at John Muir Country Park. But first, the next two photos are of a favourite contemporary house of mine in Musselburgh. I love this combination of materials with the rustic stone against the crisply detailed timber. I was also enjoying the clouds reflected in this window.
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Picture of John Muir
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Caption: On Friday we headed for a walk at John Muir with our friends Claire and Betty, and as we were leaving Claire suggested stopping off to see the Dunbar bear before heading home. Dunbar bear, you say? This 5-metre tall welded artwork was sculpted by Scottish artist Andy Scott, who also created the Kelpies at Falkirk. The DunBear is a tribute to John Muir who was born in Dunbar in 1838, and the bear is symbolic of Muir’s travels through America's wild places. Although we didn’t have an interesting sky as a backdrop for photos, I took a few anyway.
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Caption: A competition was held with students from three local schools to name the bear, and student Emily Hotchkiss was the winner with her suggestion: The DunBear.
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Picture of The DunBear
Picture of The DunBear
Caption: On Saturday, we had our second walk at John Muir, and we were hoping to avoid the rain. We’d thought that we might take a different route to usual and head across the grassland to the beach. There was sunshine when we arrived, but then when I walked up a tiny incline to take in the view and check what the weather looked like over the sea, this cloud was looming…
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Picture of The DunBear
Caption: We headed into the woods as the rain started to fall, and took shelter here, in this brick and concrete ‘shed’. It was bleak and cold - I think Bracken’s expression (a few pages on, top photo) says it all, but I was enjoying the calmness of the scene and the sound of the rain falling on the ferns. And after a while, when the rain eased a little, we walked on, winding between the tall pines with their bark blackened by the water; the views misty as low cloud hugged the bay.
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Caption: On Sunday, we headed to Yellowcraig. It was low tide, and as it was late in the afternoon we had the beach more or less to ourselves. The light was shifting constantly, the smudgy lilac hues of the sky giving way to this beautiful soft pink (a few pages on), which was reflecting on the water, shimmering across the sand with each foamy wave.
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Caption: We walked back along the beach in the very last light below this blue and brooding sky. I knew it was too dark for photos, but I couldn’t resist this moment, with the light from Fidra lighthouse glowing against this heavy sky.
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Yellowcraig
Caption: 27 january - 2 february #shotsoftheweek