Well it's all coming to a end. Almost a year since i walked from Somerset to Dorset and around the coast of Cornwall. I've been it the land of the Scots for a long time now but on this coming Friday i make a rapid return back to Somerset to help out a mate, it's the least i can do for someone who stayed looking in the hills for me till the early hours, he's just become a father and i'm required to finish a renovation job for him, how i'll manage to work for more than 4 hrs a day, 5 days a week gawd knows..
A weekend therefore was spent with me being me, a bit of riding, some walking and a little camera time with a few hours repairing a roof, just because i can.
I'll not natter on in my usual manner to much more as sometimes photographs say it all.
Seen on the way to Spynie loch.
The simple things in life like frogs.
I'd laid down to photograph the frog and promptly put my elbow on some newly growing stinging nettles, as i looked at the patches of stung skin i spotted something familiar crawling up my arm. This one was lucky, with all the senseless killings in the world i looked at this tiny creature and thought, "what right have i to kill it?" "None!" was the answer to myself, so i let it go to live out it's short but significant role in life.
A dying industry?
Saturday night!
Maintaining a recent theme whilst out
Just gotta love nature in every way, even the root systems of some trees.
Blowing in the reeds..
End of days.
Just in time for the night time beasties.
As i rode back today along a fine forest track, a weasel crossed in front of me, to fast it was even with the small dead rodent in it's mouth, i couldn't get my camera out in time but the image is captured vividly with in my mind..
One life, one mind and one adventure. Time.... don't waste yours.
Sharki.
as i returned home i spotted a frog crossing the road,so i stopped and helped it to where it wanted to go.i cycled back to the caen hill locks and started climbing the towpath.i just couldn't believe what i saw next though.there were literally thousands of frogs/toads chilling on the towpath (i had to get off my bike and carefully wend my way between them) twas frogtastic 
