I go to Scotland quite regularly thanks to my mum's side of the family, and there are a couple of places where we always take a walk. The first is this little wood at the top of my Grandma's garden. It starts out pretty frosty, until you reach this little gate into the forest. Then there's a path that leads up the hill, and turns right, and that's when you start to see all these little squirrels and bird-boxes. And one, gorgeous day I made that turn right and about 6 metres in front of me was this huge, majestic-looking stag. We sort of stared at eachother awkwardly for a while and I think I fell in love a little bit. Obviously, as a teenage girl who spends way too much time watching cat videos, my next, ridiculous, instinct was to try and stroke it, and that's where our relationship ended. My camera had been in my bag the whole time. Now every time I make that turn I have a camera in my hand and a broken heart.
My grandma also seems to have grown a pretty loyal following of birds, since she has quite a few feeders close by the living room window. The robins have got pretty vein.
The other thing we almost always do is walk Molly the Collie. From years of experience I'm pretty sure she's way more interested in fetching balls than she will ever be in any camera lens. I know my aunt probably spends a lot of money on tennis balls and I'm pretty sure Molly has caught on to this because the last couple of times we've gone for a walk she's 'lost' her ball just before we've reached the car and my aunt has made her go back and find it, extending the walk for about 15 minutes. Coincidence? I think not. These photos are actually from christmas day.