Snowed under

Today’s picture shows Wauchope Street at 1.30 a.m. this morning when we got back from the Gilnockie Burns Supper.

Wauchope Street

It had been snowing like that for some hours and it became a distinct possibility that either the supper would be cancelled or we wouldn’t be able to get to it.  In the end, thanks to the energy of the organisers and the four wheel drive of our neighbour Liz’s car, the supper stayed on and we arrived safely.  Not all the audience had managed to make it but the hall was comfortably full when we sat down to dinner.  My part in the proceedings, the toast to Robert Burns’ Immortal Memory, went off without me being pelted with bread rolls so that must be counted as satisfactory.  It was probably still five minutes too long  but I enjoyed it and I can only leave to it others to say if my efforts were any good.

I had made a plea at the end of my talk for a more active interest in creating poems as an enduring tribute to the great man and a pleasing thing was a phone call this afternoon from the organiser who read me the first part of a fine poem which she had started to write about the occasion.   She also told me that she hopes the committee will take up my suggestion for a small prize for the best poem of the year by a member of the audience.  I shall have to sharpen my pencil as Mrs Tootlepedal won two free tickets to next year’s event in the raffle.

When we woke up (late) this morning, we were confronted with what can only be described as a winter wonderland.

WARNING:  THERE ARE FAR TOO MANY PICTURES IN TODAY’S POST  (twice as many as usual).

The sun was out, the snow was deep and crisp and even and everyone was in a good mood. Especially Hannah who was being pulled along the street but her mum.

Hannah

The picture has not been touched up unduly, the road really was as white as ….as white as…. well, as white as snow.

The view from my bedroom window was so inviting that I rang up Sandy and we arranged to go for a photographic walk.

View from the bedroom window

While I was waiting for him to appear, I wandered round the garden looking for arty shots.

art shot

It was quite warm and the snow which hung heavy on the branches was beginning to slip off silently.

Chaffinch with seed in snow

Even this early in the day, I could see with the aid of my zoom lens that there had been a lot of traffic on the top of Castle Hill….

Castle Hill

Sandy arrived and we took our cameras off for a snow tour, starting with a walk to the river.  On every side, the views were stunning.  This was the Buccleuch Park, which we glanced at as we passed it.

Buccleuch Park

The low sunlight picked out the wall striding up the side of Whita hill.

Whita wall

We walked along the river, Sandy on one side and I on the other.  This was my view.

Elizabeth Street

I looked through the Town Brig towards the Sawmill Brig…

two bridges

…and then walked up onto the bridge itself.

Looking down Thomas Telford road

This is the view down Thomas Telford Road.  The snow capped top of Timpen looked very inviting but the prospect of ploughing through foot deep snow to get to the top was too daunting.   I took a picture of some squabbling gulls instead where a kind hearted soul had thrown down some bread.

gulls

It was hard to make out what was happening with the white on white situation but when one flew off with a prize, it became clearer.

gull pursuit

We took the easy climbing route and walked up Drove Road and Arkinholm Terrace to the bottom of the golf course.  Of course, we stopped as we went up to take some snowy snaps.

Fence on Arkinholm Terrace

Thawing snow
We had to watch out for mini snow drops

One famous crossword setter whose work I enjoy every week in the paper is named after this striking tree which we encountered.

araucaria
The monkey puzzle tree or Araucaria

At the top of the Kirk Wynd slope, we stopped for a breather and a chance to catch some enthusiastic tobogganers.

tobogganers

Then we turned to continue on up the track past the golf course and on to the hill.  Once again, we found shots to distract us as we went.  We were grateful for these as it was heavy going  in the snow.

snowy gate

pause to admire the view
This was a pause to admire the view
Ewes
The view to the north was slightly marred by some low clouds behind the hills

Sandy was leading the trek.

Sandy
I was following in the steps which he had printed

We plugged on till we got to Whita Well where there was quite a little gathering of walkers.  The steep slopes ahead discouraged us from further alpine ambitions.

whita steep slope
Young fit men went further as you can see from the steps in the snow.

We stayed with the sheep.

sheep on Whita

Even the pylons looked good today.

pylon on whita

The track on the snow was made by a snow boarder but he/she had gone before we got there.

View
It was hard to stop admiring the view

After a rest, we headed back down the hill.  We crossed the golf course and looked down on the town.

Langholm from the golf course

Timpen
Clouds were beginning to gather behind the hills

You can see Sandy’s house in the bottom left hand corner of the picture of Timpen.  As we went down the hill, Sandy slipped and fell headlong into the snow and with great self restraint, I didn’t take a picture of his downfall but actually went as far as to lend him a hand to get up.   How we laughed.  Our way down the hill was along untrodden territory.

golfcourse

Warbla hill top was still free of clouds….

Warbla

But looking further south, the skies were darker.

cloud cover
It wasn’t as dark as this in real life but the effect was the same

I consoled myself with a picturesque tree.

tree on golf course

These were the only two people I met on the course.

snowmen on golfcourse

The clubhouse had no golfers in it but was due to be used for a business meeting later in the day.

Golf club

The sledgers were still at work as we came down the last stretch of the Kirk Wynd.  It was a scene of general merriment mixed with outbreaks of terror.

sledger
Full speed ahead

sledger
Oooops.

girl power
Girl power
sledgers
Aaaagh!

By this time, the sky above the roofs looked as solid as the snow beneath our feet.

sky

We staggered through the town on weary legs and sank down gratefully when we made it into the kitchen where we enjoyed a cup of coffee and a cheese toastie each.  Mrs Tootlepedal who had been for a walk while we were out had also found it hard going in the snow so there was a good deal of mild groaning to go with lunch.

Sandy went off and apart from a few quick peeks out of the kitchen window….

brambling
A brambling catching the last of the day’s sunshine
robin
A robin trying one of my new fat balls
blackbird
A blackbird on a white background

…that was the end of my exertions for the day.  Our neighbout Liz came in for a cup of tea and we relived the excitements of the snowy journeys to and from Gilnockie last night and then I retired for a good soak in the bath where I completed a fine crossword (but not one set by Araucaria on this occasion).

I shall sleep well tonight after the late night last night and the fresh air of today.  Sorry about the excessive number of pictures but this blog does represent my daily diary and it was an unusually beautiful day.

I caught a flying chaffinch early in the day before the sun had come to the feeder.

flying chaffinch

Visit Sandy’s blog to see his view of our day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

23 thoughts on “Snowed under

  1. Why is it that other peoples’ views of snow covered territory look so much better than what I see out of my window for six or (sigh) seven months of the year? The hillsides in your photos are quite beautiful.

    Glad the talk went well. Nothing ruins a dinner like a bun fight . . .

    1. I would have to knock it into shape as it has quite a few pencil last minute modifications on it and it is also rather long but you are always such a polite commenter that I will do my best to see how to present it. Steve’s idea of a video would have been best but it too would go on far too long for posting on line and nobody took one anyway.

  2. Even if the beautiful surroundings of Langholm help a lot, you again show us so many outstanding pictures. Thank you. And yes I second jmgoyders request. It would be a splendid opportunity to participate from afar at least.

  3. Great snow shots. I can tell you don’t get much…no Canadian would post so many in one day! By the way, my 87 yr old step-father (from Edinburgh) claims to remember your tall hilltop monument from his cycling adventures before WWII. How about that…

    1. Good memory. It is very conspicuous so once seen, never forgotten is quite possible. I agree about the snow. I thought of people riding to work in snow every day for months in Edmonton while I was writing the blog.

  4. Delighted to hear that the speech went well, and that you managed the journey in spite of the large amount of snow.
    Very much enjoyed the winter wonderland pictures!

  5. Simply fantastic. You almost make me wish for a proper snow storm in Virginia. Almost.

    I will echo the call of others for a text of your toast. I would be surprised to learn there is no videotape of the event. That would be most enjoyable!

  6. These photos have a happy quality about them. You captured the snow scenes in a joyful way. Great news that your talk went well.

  7. That looks like it was a fantastic winter day, the sort that makes the cold months tolerable. Your hilly environs must make it idyllic for the young sledgers. I’m pleased to hear your speech went over well.

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