Today’s guest picture shows my mother-in-law standing beside her daughter whom she is visiting in southern France. They were attending the apple festival in the town of Mirepoix.
I enjoyed a lazy breakfast and a quiet sit with the crossword after it while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to song in the church choir. I did find a few moments to watch a variety of small tits grappling with some big seeds.
There were chaffinches about as well.
Mrs Tootlepedal is in cycling mode at the moment and as soon as she had had a cup of coffee on her return, she suggested a short pedal up to Wauchope Schoolhouse. It had been raining heavily overnight but it was quite bright for the moment so we put on precautionary wet weather gear and set off hopefully.
In the event, the wind was light, the temperature mild and there was even an occasional sunbeam to be seen so we enjoyed ourselves. I stopped to take a picture while Mrs Tootlepedal picked up a discarded pop bottle.
I pedalled a few yards past Wauchope School before turning for home to give myself the opportunity to take an overview of our route home.
We found plenty more discarded cans and bottles to pick up on our way home. We need some sort of clever mechanism so that we can sweep them up without stopping and getting off all the time. Of course it would be better if motorists didn’t keep chucking the litter out.
I had a quick walk round the garden when we got back.
While I was on the bike, I received a text from Sandy suggesting an afternoon camera excursion. That was agreeable to me and after lunch, he he came down to pick me up for a tour round Eskdalemuir.
The first piece of notable colour that we encountered was an amazingly pink berried tree at the Benty Bridge.
Shortly afterwards, we met another strange sight.
One of the reasons for our route choice was a comment from a correspondent on yesterday’s blog that there was more colour to be seen north of Westerkirk than around Langholm. She was right.
By coincidence, the lady herself has kindly sent me a picture without realising that I would be passing myself during the day.
The chance of fine photography was somewhat dimmed by a really heavy rain shower which engulfed us as we headed for Eskdalemuir. We made our way home along the opposite bank of the river and the rain relented enough for me to poke the camera out of the car window.
We stopped when we got to the meeting of the Black Esk and the White Esk and the rain obligingly stopped as well.
We had one more stop on the way down from Bailliehill when we met a fiery looking hedge along the road.
More delicate colours were also to be seen.
We had arranged to go to the pictures in Carlisle in the early evening so we didn’t have time to to sit around waiting for the sun to come out after the shower but had to make our way back to Langholm. If the weather permits, a trip round the same roads in a week’s time should pay dividends.
Sandy joined us for the trip to the cinema where we went to see a film called Sunshine on Leith. This does for the music of Charlie and Craig Reid, aka ‘T’he Proclaimers’ what Mama Mia does for the music of Abba. The only difference is that Sunshine on Leith has a better plot, a better cast and better music.
(The original songs by Abba are very fine indeed but the singing and dancing in the film were pretty ghastly. The Proclaimers music is excellent too and this time, the music on the film was superb and did it justice.)
Sandy, Mrs Tootlepedal and I came out of the cinema with a light heart and a cheery smile. I can’t think of a film that I have enjoyed more for years. Of course it helps that the film was set in Edinburgh and showed the city off well. It is very rare for us to see films which are concerned with recognisable people and places and this all added to the pleasure of the evening. If you get the opportunity, it would, in my view at least, be worth walking 500 miles to see it.
I must admit that it was charmingly old fashioned in that it had no bad language, no gratuitous violence, no nudity, no noticeable CGI, no wobblycam (my pet hate) and no panicky jump cuts. You could hear every word of the dialogue, the actors on the whole avoided overacting and there were several really good jokes.
For a bit of balance I append the first para of a review from Variety:
Twee, sentimental and boisterous in ways that might as well have followed official Scottish Tourist Board guidelines, “Sunshine on Leith” is a stage-to-screen jukebox musical that some will find irresistible, others highly resistible. Like the Proclaimers’ songbook, which it builds a formulaic laughter ‘n’ tears story around, it’s a chirpy heart-on-sleeve confection that’s populist in a somewhat generic way. Outside the U.K., where the film opens Oct. 4, biz will likely be spotty.
I would add that if they think that the Proclaimers’ songbook is a chirpy heart-on-sleeve confection then they haven’t actually listened to any of it.
For a change, a goldfinch makes flying bird of the day today.