The Beauty of Nature

I am always intrigued by nature that clings on for dear life despite there being no sensible reason for it being there. This tree was the only bit of life on the hillside and must have put up with a lot of stress in order to remain there and flourish. The wind whips through there at a fair old lick at times.

I would not quite call this a mountain, but it is quite high and takes a long time to climb. This picture is taken from very far away.

This sheep was too fast for the camera. It was running towards me at the time, which is odd as they usually run away from you.

Someone bought me these for my birthday. I could not think where to put them at first, then it dawned on me they could act as scarecrows to keep the birds off my seeds.

Going back to my garden now, this is my rose.

This was one of the sort of desolate but beautiful views.

These stations are at either end and the train is one that plies its trade between the two. Imagine an adult sitting in a child’s toy pedal car and you have the size about right.

This is a signal box on the railway. Such as old fashioned concept in the 21st century. I though I ought to make it look old too.

I thought the gas pump in the flowers was an interesting contrast.