Today’s guest picture shows Queentown’s harbour taken in the evening by my brother Andrew when he visited the town earlier this month..
Another windy day discouraged me from going cycling and I was secretly quite pleased as I am going through one of those periods when I am feeling a bit tired. Doing nothing more strenuous in the morning than entertaining Sandy to a cup of coffee, making some sourdough bread and doing the crossword was just what the doctor ordered.
After lunch though, Sandy and I agreed to go for a short walk as the weather looked a little brighter. No sooner did we put the phone down than it started to rain so Sandy came down and we put a week of the newspaper index into the database while we waited for the rain to stop.
It did stop and we went to Whitshiels in his car so that we could do one of my favourite short walks. We were determined to try to use our eyes as much as possible as we pottered up the the hill.
I knew in advance that I might find some interesting lichen and moss on a gate beside the track and I wasn’t disappointed.
There were other items on interest (to me at least) on the way up the track.
We went only as far as the top of the track as the fields were soggy and we weren’t wearing heavy boots but when we were there, relentless detective work was rewarded by some fine birch polypores of all ages.
It wasn’t really a day for taking landscape pictures but I was quite taken by two views which I thought showed the characteristic colours of the hills at this time of year.
Rather soberingly, we saw quite a few interesting things on the way back that we had missed on the way up.
The track itself looked more interesting when seen on the way down.
We were soon back at the main road with half a mile or so to go to get home.
I cooked a pan of roast vegetables for my tea. My daughter, who rang up while I was getting things ready, asked if I was using a Mediterranean vegetable selection. Sadly, I don’t think that swedes, turnips, carrots and potatoes are Mediterranean but I did put half half a red pepper in it. And once again, I used very expressive hand gestures while I ate it so I tried my best and I was at least eating a lot of things from our own garden which must be a good thing.
In the evening, Sandy came round again and we went up to the Archive Centre. We put in an hour and a half of solid work and rewarded ourselves with a glass of wine afterwards. Interestingly, in light of the current Ebola alarms, the Langholm local authority in 1888 was meeting to discuss the best ways of preventing a smallpox outbreak spreading.
I didn’t spend much time looking at the birds on account of the gloomy weather but by dint of putting the ISO up to a heady 4000, I was (just) able to catch a flying goldfinch of the day.