It’s not often that a strawberry gets you out of a nice warn comfy bed at 11.30 pm, that’s almost silly o’clock, to go out turf scooting on a Swifty kick scooter. But in this instance, it was a special strawberry, a strawberry moon, so called as it marks the start of summer and the beginning of the strawberry picking season. It’s a very rare event, and the lowest full moon in the sky for the next 20-years or so. There was also the chance of some noctilucent clouds* appearing and even some aurora, though I wasn’t very hopeful on either. I was also on the lookout for wildlife, hopefully a few badgers, roe deer and even something exotic such as a wild lowland haggis in breeding colours. Well, you never know!
So, my route took be across Bonnyrigg to Broomieknowe golf course, where all was still and quiet, other than a few bats flying around and zooming in to check me out. One zone taken here, still at neutral. Next, down to another golf course, Melville this time. Got a bit excited as I crossed the wee pitch and putt course. Saw some low dark shapes slowly crossing below me and thought they might be badgers at first. However, these badgers were actually robot lawnmowers cutting the grass. Okay, anyone could make that mistake, at night! I decided to call them Turf-bots.
After taking the zone, the main golf course was very quiet, no visible wildlife I could see or hear, other than the usual rustlings in the bushes and undergrowth. Most likely rabbits, knowing the location as I do. Found a golf ball beside one of the tees so had a wee game of nocturnal hand-golf. I could just make out to flag in the darkness so rolled the ball from the furthest away point on the green but the ball veered off to the right, rolling down a slight slope. Next attempt saw the ball veering off to the left. So, for my next try, I aimed for the middle and much to my delight the ball popped into the hole. Free golf, no need for clubs, just some balls (golf), and good fun as well. I left the golf ball in the hole for someone to find next day.
The path I followed next used to be little more than a game trail when I came to Bonnyrigg 20-years ago – a game trail’s a natural path formed by animals such as fox, badger and the like. It is shown on ye olde maps as a footpath but has now long been neglected. However, a new housing development changed all that, then along comes another, and we now have a busy path gradually increasing in width and eroding at the same rate. New footpath links and bridge to Melville Castle have also increased foot traffic. But not so busy at 12.00 midnight, the witching hour, and I could scoot along nae bother. No walkers, no dogs. no children and no bugger moaning that I shouldn’t be riding that here. Bliss.
Next, down through Eskbank, picking off a few zones along the way and into Dalkeith. Taking the zone at the cemetery, the place was dead quiet, as was the town centre, just the odd private hire car playing their trade, ignoring red traffic lights and parking on double yellows. Mind you, on the Swifty kick scooter at this time of night, I did pretty much the same. Surprised to see dogs out walking their pet humans at Kings Park. After taking the zone, scooted off down to Newbattle golf course, noticing a dog waiting patiently while its pet human piddled into the bushes. I guess dogs need to take their pet humans out for a pee before bedtime.
I must mention the weather. The forecast suggested overnight temps to be around 16 degrees C., but I thought it felt cooler than that, though had no means to check. The skies were clear in parts, hazy in others, so not good viewing should aurora alerts pop up. In any case none did while I was out, only afterwards between 2.00 am and 3.00 am when I was tucked back in bed asleep did aurora alerts pop up. No sign of any rare noctilucent clouds either but this is a good time of year for them, so need to do more night turfs.
As I dropped down towards the river, scooting across Newbattle golf course, so too did the air temp. In fact, it was getting rather on the chilly side. However, some energetic kick scooting soon got the body temp up to toasty level. Kirk Bank Wood offers four zones, owls calling in the tree tops, suicidal rabbits scurrying here there and everywhere. Some unknown rustling in the undergrown was ignored lest the imagination run riot. Probably just a pack of hunting goblins in any case.
Final zone of the evening was PeacocksBeard and an encounter with some strange weather. As I climbed the hill from Hardengreen, it was right chilly, enough to persuade me to don another layer. But as I approached the zone, a considerable draught of warm air hit me suddenly and didn’t stop flowing. Out of interest I scooted back a few meters, encountering chilly air again. Then back uphill and into the warm air. It was like crossing between two different worlds, from the chilly colds of Narnia to the hot deserts air of Tatooine or Dune. Very strange.
And there I must end, mainly because I was back home again. But one final delight for the evening, that strawberry moon was now visible. It had been up since I ventured out at 11.30 pm but was out of my sight line. Now it was visible from the back garden, one very reddish/pinkish moon low in the sky towards the south and the fact that it would not rise very high partially explained why I couldn’t see it earlier on, the view blocked by buildings and trees. Must remember to go out again on the 12th July for the buck moon. Back soon.
*Image above shows noctilucent clouds taken around this time last year from Broomieknowe golf course. See Turf Blog 09-07-24.
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