Alder and willow

Yesterday we visited an alder carr, a tiny stretch of nearly-natural river and woodland in lowland Perthshire. It was alive with small birds and there were signs that beavers had visited not long ago.

I like to imagine that the River Eden would have been like this once, winding its way through the Howe of Fife.


Tonight I finished an alder basket, lined with willow:

alder basket