People who have had the privilege of living in a beautiful place all their lives sometimes seem to take it all for granted and simply fail to stop and let their jaws drop in suitable appreciation for the beauty all around them. The best thing about growing up in suburban London is that it singularly denied me the opportunity of becoming glib and dismissive about natural beauty!
We all went for a walk up Kinnoull Hill, this is a small walk for Boris and Norris, but still quite a challenge for little Doris, who fell asleep before making the summit. I managed to carry her to the top, and it didn't prevent me from taking a couple of shots of the hill's classic view. Above the folly that is perched high on the cliffs above the Friarton bridge, which some historic eccentric thought made the Tay look like the Rhine! Then below, the view from somewhat Narnian ' stone table' looking eastwards, down the Tay, accross the Carse of Gowrie.
The highest point of Kinnoull Hill has had some of its fine views restored by the felling of some of the larger trees. St John's kirk in the town centre is now visible once again from the hill-top. By the time we got here though the light was getting a bit grimy. Swinging the camera Northwards captures a hazy view of the Tay, the back of Muirton on the left and the grounds of Scone Palace on the right.