Today’s guest picture come all the way from Las Vegas where Sandy is on holiday. The architects there seemingly need a little more practice.
It was a day of this and that today. This was beautiful blue skies and sunshine and that was sub zero temperatures in the morning. The prospect in the garden was chilly…
…and the flowers had taken a battering.
It was a very still day and as I walked through the garden, I could hear the plink plonk as individual leaves fell off the walnut tree. There was still beauty to be seen….
…but most of the flowers may be gone beyond repair.
The birds must have got cold feet on the frosty feeder…
…and on the frosty bench….
The cold weather had brought a large number of blackbirds back into the garden.
I easily resisted any temptation to go out cycling at 3°C, even though the sun was shining brightly and wisely stayed inside until coffee time when Dropscone arrived bearing scones. After tasting, the scones were graded A1 and soon disappeared. Dropscone had had a very busy Sunday driving up to Glasgow and back to deliver some spare keys to his younger daughter who had locked herself out of her flat. He took it well.
Apart from sweeping up some of the leaves in the garden after Dropscone had gone on his way, the only other activity of note was a trip to our corner shop to get some milk. Even in the sun, a very short trip on a bike felt too cold for fun.
A robin was waiting for me when I got home.
It was a grand day for a walk though and after lunch, with the thermometer showing a heady 5°C, Mrs Tootlepedal and I set out to get a view.
I was momentarily detained by a chaffinch before we left…
…and then by a huge amount of fungus shortly after we crossed the Park Bridge.
Although the fungus was quite widespread, it might all have stemmed from this old tree stump’s roots.
The stump has the biggest bracket fungus on it that I have ever seen.
We left the park and climbed up the track to the Stubholm. It was so covered with fallen leaves…
…that we were amazed to find so many still on the trees when we got to the road at the top.
After one more stop to admire more fungus on a dead tree….
…we finally got among the views.
We walked up the grassy track, peering into the sun…
…until we came to the final gate and stile…
…and rested at the summit.
I looked down to the town bridge a mile below us…
…and admired the view up the valley beyond the town.
Warbla gives the walker an excellent 360 degree view but the bright sun meant that only 180° of it was available to the camera today.
On one side I could see this charming cameo…
…and on the other, the two new windmills on the Craig wind farm which were now both up (but not running yet).
Even though it was a very calm day, there was still enough wind to keep the old turbines turning.
The top of Warbla is home to a fine array of communication devices…
…which I thought might look good in monochrome…
…and I still had the camera on that setting when I had another look at the view on our way back down the hill.
If I hadn’t already put in too many pictures from the walk, I might have shown you this sunlit horse….
…and a fine selection of more fungi and lichen…
…but as I haven’t got room, I’ll leave them out.
For a three mile walk on an easy track with about 700ft of climbing, the walk to the top of Warbla and back is great value on a day like today when the sun is shining.
We certainly enjoyed every minute of it.
After tea, I went off to sing with Langholm Sings, our local choir. Although we haven’t got a lot of members this year, those that come do work very hard and the choir generally makes a good sound so it was another enjoyable evening.
We have a cold and wet day forecast for tomorrow so patient readers may finally get a break from the seemingly endless autumn colour at last. From my point of view, it has been very good while it lasted and it has lasted a long time since we last had rain.
The flower of the day is a nasturtium, tucked against the wall of the house, which survived the frost very well…
…and the flying bird is a chaffinch wondering just how cold his feet are going to feel when he lands on the feeder.