Today’s picture came to mind when Dropscone and I were drinking a plain cup of black coffee from simple tea cups. They do these things differently in France as this picture from his recent holiday shows.
We had yet another dry day today and although it was still hovering only just above zero when we got up, the bright sunshine more than made up for that. I was considering my plan for day, which included a lazy breakfast, maybe a cup of coffee or two and then a pedal when the phone rang.
It was Dropscone. I was amazed for as regularly as clockwork on a Sunday morning, Dropscone plays golf. On this occasion though, owing to the ill health of two of his regular companions, he was left with no one to play with so his mind had turned to pedalling. My plans underwent hasty revision and I finished my breakfast quickly and got well wrapped up to face the chilly wind instead of lazing about.
It was just as well that I did get well wrapped up because our chosen route up the A7 to the Mosspaul Hotel was straight into the wind which was blowing quite briskly. Still, we put up with the extra effort as we knew that we would be rewarded by a strong following wind on the way home. Life is often not quite organised in the way you would like it to be and by half way down the road home, the wind had dropped and by the time we got back to Langholm, it had disappeared completely. We felt that we had earned our cup of plain coffee…..and a treacle scone or two.
Mrs Tootlepedal had just come back from singing in the choir church and found herself very disorientated with Dropscone and treacle scones appearing in the kitchen on the wrong day entirely. It will probably put the whole of next week out.
I hadn’t taken my camera with me on the bike but when Dropscone left after coffee, I put it in my back pocket and set out for a small bonus ride up the Wauchope road. The wind had got up again and I was pushed along by it on my outward journey. It was still a lovely day and I stopped from time to time to take a picture on my way.
It has been so rain free lately that the roads are getting quite dusty with the remains of the grit put on in frosty conditions. I could see that a party of cyclists had preceded me up Callister.
I got to the top of the hill, looked around…
… and set off back down the hill. This time, of course, the wind didn’t drop and I had to push hard to get back. Still, as I read in Gerry’s blog that he had had to face 50 kph winds on a recent long ride, I shouldn’t complain.
I just had time to watch a bit of the track cycling world championships on the telly when I had sat down before the Scotland-Ireland rugby match came on. I mistakenly decided to watch this too and it turned out to be a very bad match only redeemed by the fact that against the run of play (to say the least) Scotland won. Still, they have have played quite well and lost so often that playing badly and winning made a welcome change.
I felt that I had rather wasted a good sunny day for photography by sitting too long either on my bike or in my easy chair so when the game finished, I went for a short walk. The sun promptly went in.
I chose my usual route past the Kilngreen and around the Castleholm.
It was a bit late in the day for views and landscapes without an evening sun to light them up so my eye was drawn to details as I passed them.
There was still enough light when I got home to have a quick turn round the garden to search for more signs of spring. I found some definite potential.
Although I had to fill the feeder several times, I didn’t find any time to stare out of the window today and this flying chaffinch was the only garden picture that I took all day.
Sandy has put up a post with some very nice archive pictures as well as some excellent views from our outing yesterday.