Today’s guest picture is the ZurichSee, taken this morning. It was sent me from Zurich by Hilary, Dropscone’s niece, my Zurich correspondent.
The weather in Langholm could hardly have been more different as it was an absolutely foul day, temperature in low single figures, intermittent heavy showers and a cruel and ruthless wind making life far less than joyful.
As such it was a disappointing day to be meeting three charming Americans, Theresa, Teri and Barbara who had come to Langholm to do some family history research. They had enlisted the help of the Langholm Archive Group and I had sensibly recruited my friend Brenda, a proper archivist and family historian to be on the team.
I picked them up at the local B & B where they were staying and we walked along to the Archive Centre where Brenda presented them with impressive folders of the results of her research. After some conversation, we drove off to visit Staplegordon graveyard to try to find the gravestone of one of Theresa’s ancestors.
The weather was at its worst and the graveyard, being in an exposed position, gave the wind and the rain every opportunity to find cracks in our defences. Theresa had sprained her ankle the day before, which didn’t improve matters at all but they battled on.
Brenda was able to pinpoint the gravestone….
..which also provided a little relief from the gale.
We didn’t linger too long as it really wasn’t pleasant at all and we were soon on our way to the Wauchope Graveyard to visit another grave. Mercifully the rain had let up by the time we got there and after a little looking around, the stone was identified.
It was beautifully engraved. This was one time when I could have done with a little less lichen. Our visitors were very pleased to have found both stones.
And they coped very well with the hostile weather conditions, only mentioning the contrasting weather in California every ten minutes or so.
We dropped Brenda off (she had business to attend to) and I drove on to visit other spots which were of interest to our visitors as they had appeared in a memoir of Langholm in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century written by an ancestor.
We visited Broomholm…
…Skippers Bridge (site of childhood exploit involving an owl)…
…where in spite of the rain, the water was low enough to allow Teri and Barbara and me to get right down to the waterside to photograph the bridge.
I liked the view through the bridge.
I pointed out to Teri that it was illegal for a person with a camera in hand to cross the bridge without taking a picture of the distillery and she duly obeyed this iron law.
We ended our short tour by visiting the Duchess Bridge, which was looking very elegant in spite of the weather.
I took the visitors back to the Eskdale Hotel and dropped them off there for lunch and said goodbye to them. I would have liked to have had more time to spend with them but I had a good deal of organising to do with Mrs Tootlepedal at home as we are off for a short holiday ourselves tomorrow.
I had a moment to bird watch…
…but mostly it was nose to the grindstone.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I had a short and not entirely successful go at a couple of sonatas. She has family coming to visit tomorrow so perhaps we both had our minds on other things.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch.