Today’s guest picture comes from Dovedale and was sent by my brother Andrew who was brave enough recently to walk along the banks of the swollen Dove.
We woke to pouring rain but fortunately Dropscone was able to vary his schedule and we set off for a trip to Waterbeck an hour and a half later than usual but in dry conditions. There was an unforgiving wind blowing and in spite of the appearance of an apologetic sort of sun at the halfway point, it was a chilly ride. At the highest point of the trip (223m) we had to cycle through some slushy snow but passing cars had left us with a clear tyre track to follow. By the return journey, the road was clear but there was still snow on the hills around us.
I had been able to get a peek out of the kitchen window before we left.
The robin has learned to use the feeder and looks for a moment when it is pretty empty of company before popping up for a quick seed nibble. Perhaps it didn’t notice the goldfinch on the far side.
We had time to fit some coffee and a scone in before Dropscone left to get his lunch.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been at work in the morning and we had lunch when she came back. Then I suggested a tour to see the snowy hills I had cycled past in the morning, followed by a walk as the sun had appeared again. She agreed and while she was changing in to walking clothes, I took a picture of a goldfinch for the readers who like a restful bird.
As a drive to view snowy hills, our outing was a complete failure as the snow had utterly vanished and we drove on to Rowanburn where we parked the car and walked along the old railway track to the Liddel Viaduct.
It was rather muddy in places…
…as a vehicle had been along the path, cutting back trees and branches beside the track. The track runs through cuttings and along embankments through some varied woodland.
Clouds were scudding across the sky in the brisk wind and the sun appeared and disappeared in turn. We kept an eye out for fungus but didn’t see much…
…and walked on until we came to the viaduct.
You can’t cross the viaduct as the far end is blocked off (and I would find it too alarming anyway, not liking heights) so we turned back and went down a path to the road below the embankment.
We walked down to the river to look at the viaduct from below.
It is too long even for the fixed lens on Pocketcam so I got Photoshop to stick three shots together…
…which it did seamlessly.
We walked back to Rowanburn by the road, making a round trip of two and a half miles of very varied walking and views. I have to thank Sandy for showing me this walk.
There were ducks and a duckpond at Rowanburn to round off the outing.
In the evening, I went to Carlisle (without Susan who is visiting her brother in the south) to play recorders. There were only four of us tonight and this gave us the chance to play some less familiar pieces among some old favourites. As I left Carlisle, there was an outbreak of sleety snow and I had to drive carefully for a while as the road was soon covered but it had stopped by the time that I got home.
All this walking and cycling didn’t leave me much time to look for a flying bird and this was the best that I could do today.