Norman Bissett captures the delight of an Indian Summer’s day in the Pentland Hills.

Rose hips and blood-red rowans on display.
Marguerites lift their faces to the sun.
Thistles as escorts, empurpling our way
as bees bombard the buttercups for fun.
A kestrel hovers high above our heads.
Four static cormorants
                                  like caryatids
guarding the reservoir, so dark and still,
the ancient, ruined church submerged beneath.
Breasting the summit of its little hill
Glen Cottage sports a honeysuckle wreath.
The caryatids are guardians of the Styx.
When we retrace our footsteps,
                                 there are six.