Tenderly, delicately, and with some trepidation I set off on a walk to the nearby village of Bridgefoot. The sun was shining and the sky was (mostly) blue, punctuated with large non-threatening white clouds. The clouds gave texture to the sky and softened the shadows on the ground. I wore a coat, but had to take it off. I followed the line of the abandoned railway track that, three miles further south, forms the urban nature reserve that Liam and I used to walk along each day when he was at primary school. At this part of the old line, however, there are no helpfully made-up paths through the gorse and brambles; instead you have to fight nature. In a few short weeks it will be inpenetrable, so I did well to go today. I saw this view. I stopped and took it in, then I took the camera out and counted my blessings once more that I have the wonderful fortune of living in this beautiful country of Scotland.