Today’s guest picture shows a way of crossing the river to get to Melrose, a town which lies under the Eildon Hills. My friend Bruce sent me the picture but didn’t say whether he crossed the bridge when he came to it.
We had another fine morning and were grateful to escape a widespread frost which affected other parts of the country. It was still quite nippy though as I cycled across the suspension bridge to visit the Day Centre. We are due to have our next camera club meeting there in a week’s time but it will be closed for the installation of new heating so I needed to find out whether an alternative was available.
By great good fortune, the very lady that I needed to see was there when I arrived and I was able to make suitable arrangements both for the camera club and for Mrs Tootlepedal’s Embroiderers’ Guild meeting which is also affected by the closure.
I cycled home in a sunny mood and it was made even sunnier by the arrival of Dropscone for coffee. I was a bit discombobulated by the fact that he had brought treacle scones with him. These are usually only to be found on a Friday and this was a Monday….but I was able to make a mental adjustment and put away my share in good style when I recovered from the shock.
I had a look out of the kitchen window when Dropscone left and admired an athletic blue tit…
…and enjoyed the sparrows deep in conversation.
Because of the recent spell of good weather, I have got a bit behind on my archiving duties so after coffee, I ignored the sunshine and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. It was a big week so by the time that I had finished, it was time for lunch.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went out to work on her grand scheme for remodelling the bed along the hedge and I got my cycling kit on and went for a pedal. It was rather grey and breezy by this time but I was blown over the hill and down to the bottom of the Canonbie by-pass at a very satisfactory speed.
I was expecting to pay the penalty for this with a struggle against the wind back up the gentle hill to Langholm but things turned out differently.
The sun came out and a rainbow appeared as I got to Canonbie.
Where there is a rainbow, there is rain and it wasn’t long before I felt a drop or two or three. I found myself on the very edge of the shower though and took this sunlit picture on the old road…
…while it was raining on me. Luckily the little ripple in the weather which had produced the rain also turned the wind round and I found myself now being blown up the road. This was a great delight….especially as I soon got out of the rain.
I was looking out for autumn colour…
…and I stopped once or twice on the way back to take a picture of the Esk from a couple of favourite spots.
By this time, the wind had dropped completely and it was back to being a beautiful day.
Mrs Tootlepedal was just about to finish her garden tasks so I took a quick walk round, ate some raspberries off the bushes and looked at flowers…
The Virginia creeper is going over which is sad because it has been very fine.
Finally I picked some spinach leaves from the vegetable garden and went in.
Mrs Tootlepedal used the spinach to make a delicious meal of baked eggs in a bed of spinach covered with a cheese sauce for our tea and this was ready as soon as I had finished my flute lesson with Luke. The lesson went well and the meal went down even better so I was in fine form when I set out to go to Isabel’s house to play trios with her and Mike.
Mike has recently purchased a piano trio by Mozart and we had a first look at it tonight. We played through it all but with enough difficulty to know that it will take quite a bit of practice before the composer might be able to recognise his own work. Still, it sounds as though it will be well worth the effort.
We also played a couple of easier pieces to cheer ourselves up.
I didn’t get a chance to catch a flying bird of the day today but I hope these fine poppies, the twin flowers of the day, will make some amends.