Greenock East End

The sun sank low into the hill, casting long shadows over the East side of the town. Swaths of candy floss clouds tinged in amber clustered in the late winter afternoon sky.

The fallen temperature had a drastic effect on my mood; the chill of the wind, with its intermittent gusts, cut through the bones and numbed my fingers, and I could feel its icy draft upon my face.

Across the Clyde rivers hills were lit with a golden hue, and one could discern the first snow covering the top of the Arrochar Alps under the cerulean sky.

The Belville Community Garden was deserted at this late hour, totally devoid of activity save for a roaming ginger cat. The upper part of the garden was cleared of long grass and flowering brush that had, of old, obscured the bug hotels and the cairn from sight; distinct paths had been added with, as well as benches.