Apparently the Saturday before Christmas has been named Panic Saturday by somebody or other usually called THEY or THEM. With that in mind I thought it was best to avoid any big towns or cities, so we drove along to Bridge of Allan for the day.
After having a mooch around the vintage charity shops there (didn’t buy anything) we took our usual walk along to the bridge. Here’s a view of the river, the bridge and a bit of the town we took a while ago.
This is the view from the opposite side of the bridge.
We wanted to see if the heron was around yesterday – and he was as you can see.
He’s quite well camouflaged – or is it a she? A bit blurred in this one:-
I recently heard someone saying that herons are supposed to be bad luck, which is weird because I’ve always feel that it’s a happy thing if I see a heron, and an elderly lady once pointed one out to me which was in the Waters of Leith and she said she always felt it was a good day when she saw one. What do you think, bad luck or good luck? Min you my mother always said peacocks were bad luck but I love their feathers so I ignore that and have a lot of the feathers in vases. I suppose I’m just not very superstitious about things like that.
Anyway, as you can see the Allanwater was looking very full and fast on Saturday, as you would expect, given the amount of rain we’ve had over the last month or so, and still it comes. Quite depressing really but I will begin to feel better about everything after the winter solstice – when the nights begin to get lighter again, slowly, slowly but surely.