Today’s guest picture comes from a flying visit to York by my brother. He felt that the York Art Gallery is built very much in the style of a railway station. This is probably appropriate for the city which is the home of the National Railway Museum.
Sandy is recovering slowly from his operation but is not able to walk far or drive yet so I started the day by giving him a lift to the health centre and we followed that up by a restorative cup of coffee and a hot cross bun.
We were visited by our lone brambling while we sipped and chatted.
When I had taken Sandy home, I had a walk round the garden. The continuing low temperatures (there was ice on the car windscreen when I went to fetch Sandy) are not doing anything for the spring growth but the daffodils are battling bravely…
…and other plants are doing the best that they can.
I stopped wandering around and sat down to put a week and a half of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. The edition recorded the founding of the Langholm Golf Club and for the first time golf clubs were advertised for sale in the town. It is sobering to think that otherwise sound people have been wasting time on the golf course ever since.
After lunch, I took a moment to notice a busy group of siskins…
…before getting ready to go for a cycle ride. I was just taking the fairly speedy bike out of the garage when a heavy shower and a blustery burst of wind made me put it back in again. I retired to grapple with a tricky crossword until he rain stopped.
It wasn’t long before I was on my way but with dark clouds looming and a brisk wind blowing, I settled for three sheltered seven mile laps of my ‘outdoor gym’ up to Wauchope Schoolhouse and back. I nearly settled for just one as it rained for a lot of the first lap but it stopped before too long and the sun came out for the second two laps.
After a cup of tea and a slice of sour dough bread and raspberry jam with Mrs Tootlepedal, who had been hard at work in the garden, I set out for a quick walk along the river.
A pair of oyster catchers were in the same place as before, one having a bath and one keeping a look out.
The look out was up to the job and as I tried to creep up on them, they tiptoed delicately away.
I walked on over the bridge and onto the Kilngreen, where an indignant sparrow gave me a very hard stare for invading his space.
A few yards away, a pied wagtail was enjoying the evening sunshine on a rock beside the river.
I was hoping to see a dipper but I had to make do with another pair of oyster catchers…
…unless it was the same pair again and they had flown up river and got ahead of me. This lot flew past in close formation when I came near them.
The evening was the best part of the day by far and I paused on the sawmill bridge to look back down river…
…and then took the new path round the castle to the Jubilee Bridge. There were various pine cones to be seen…
…and of course various pine trees too.
It was no hardship at all to be strolling along the path.
After crossing the Jubilee Bridge, I noticed a fallen tree and was struck by the fact that it was still very much alive in spite of being horizontal.
I had a closer look at the buds.
If I had fallen over, I might have got discouraged but this tree was looking very perky.
The spells of sunshine and showers have been very disconcerting for a committed meteorological moaner like myself. Just as I am working up a really good rant about the wind and the rain, the sun comes out and I get a lovely walk. The cool variable weather is set to continue so I suppose I must learn to be grateful for the good moments and ignore the bad. It is certainly a lot better than the continual wind and rain of the winter months.
The flying bird of the day is a chubby chaffinch who looks as though he has been visiting the feeder a lot recently.