As I drove back to Hatton from the garage yesterdaym I noticed the contrast between two adjacent fields – one still bright green and one turning to gold.  Fortunately this was just beside a layby so I was able to stop and take a picture.   It is amazing how often I seem to spot a possible picture while driving through the countryside when there is just no place to stop.

As I looked at the scene I saw a bonus – a white foxglove, all on its own at the edge of the green field.   I wanted to get down to it and have it in the foreground, but the grass was long and wet, and I was not dedicated enough to slither down the bank and get myself soaked.

That white foxglove brought back memories of scout camps in days gone by on the shores of Loch Earn in Perthshire, when excited teenagers in those simpler days in the 1960s attributed almost mystical and magical powers to the “albino digitalis” we found growing in the woods.

Even without the foxglove in the foreground I think the photograph works, with the green vegetation marking the line of the Water of Cruden,  gently curving into the picture and dividing the two fields.  And of course there is the “albino digitalis” to catch the eye, mine at least.