Saturday, 17 June 2017

too much jelly not enough butter

Jellyfish and butterflies. Too much of one and not enough of the other. I thought the warmest day of the year would bring them out, but all we got was jellyfish. Well actually not all, there was a bird of prey and some puffball, But you will have to guess the rest as I have the 7Hills race tomorrow and can't stay up all night blogging. Anyway fantastic run today, usual route around Gullane and Aberlady with a mini-dip at the end.

how does a red car reflect green?

next mystery: why would Falko's relocate to Haddington :-(
(the landlord won't fix up the building and electrics apparently)

pretty sure these were e-fat-bikes on hire from Archerfield Walled Garden
ie electric powered fat-bikes, super comfy and easy to ride

curse that focus
lots of these about - mini mr potato heads
or humpty dumpties?

swan taking up residence at Marl Loch


the savannah was blooming marvellous
filled up with all sorts of flowers and grasses

also these chaps who were keen on being friends

the beach was looking fab too

I had heard the Porty swim group saying there were jellies

they are not the stinging type (I think) see top pic

Then just as we were heading back to the car park, a bird, size of a thin pigeon flew low over the coast. I thought it was bird-of-prey-like but only caught a swift glimpse - Mary didn't even see it and wondered why I headed back the way we had come. After a bit of googling it would appear to be a sparrowhawk. Normally this would be trying to get at the thrush in your front garden, so to speak, and maybe it was checking out the eider chicks for a salty snack. Anyway it sat for long enough to get a couple of photos, then flew off along the coast. By the time I had returned to Mary she had discovered a large white puffball.

Now these are allegedly very tasty and entirely edible unless you have misidentified one and it is an immature Amanita, one of the most poisonous of the mushroom species. Bon appetit!

quick dip - how refreshing!
wearing goggles obliges one to at least put ones face in

Harry the Crab

right, off to bed - if I sleep in it's your fault. 

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