Dropscone did Forth bridges while he was in Edinburgh. He went over the rail bridge by train, walked back over the mile long road bridge on foot and found time to take this artistic misty picture of the new crossing in between times.
We had another fine day today but it was decidedly chilly and never got above two degrees in our front garden all day.
I started the day off by going up to the Archive Centre to print out some sheets for the data miners and I had to watch my step pretty carefully as I went because there were some slippery spots on the way.
When I got home, I had a moment to look out of the window…
Two goldfinches threw themselves so far off the feeder in their battle that they almost reached some sunshine…
…but by and large, the birds came and went anonymously.
I had arranged to have coffee with Sandy and when we had finished our cup (and a slice of fruity malt loaf), we set off for a walk.
The good thing about a little freezing weather is that it makes our often soggy and boggy tracks and paths very suitable for walking along dry shod so we enjoyed a very pleasant two and a half mile walk in good conditions.
We went up Jimmy’s Brae and followed the track to the Beck’s Burn
We weren’t expecting to find much of interest to photograph on our way but thanks to adopting a very stately pace, many things caught our eye as we went along.
A leafy tree is bonus at this time of year after frost…
…but we have had very calm weather on the whole which must have helped the leaves to stay in place.
Up on the hill, the hardy cattle grazed placidly.
We got into the woods and I was taking a picture of this wall, which has been overtaken by tree planting…
…when I had a closer look at the twigs of the tree on the right.
As we walked down the slope to the bridge across the Becks Burn, a tree trunk arrested us.
Once across the burn and through the woods, we followed the road down to the Auld Stane Brig. We followed it slowly though, as there were a thousand little icy treats to look at on the way.
Even the fence posts were worth a look.
It was quite surprising to find a bit of lichen that wasn’t covered in sparkling ice crystals.
We finally got going again and crossed the bridge…
….and went along Gaskells Walk.
I was keeping an eye out for hair ice as I have seen it here before and I was not disappointed. We saw several specimens before we finished our walk but none of them were terrifically photogenic. These were the best two.
There was some fungus still to be seen as well.
There was a ray of sunshine on a frosty glade beside the track and it was so appealing (to me at least) that I have put two pictures of it in.
Eskdaill Street and Castle Hill were bathed in sunlight when we got to the top of the bank.
We walked to along to Stubholm and then came back along Eastons Walk, thoroughly satisfied with our outing.
Sandy went off home and I made some carrot and potato soup for lunch.
I had a look out of the window while it was cooking.
A robin was very busy trying to get into the blog. It is hard to believe perhaps that all the pictures are of the same robin, taken within minutes, but they are.
I don’t know another bird that can change its shape so much just by turning its head.
The chaffinches approaching the feeder were less anonymous now.
I was going to do something interesting after lunch but the need to practise songs for concerts came first and then a visit to the chemist for a throat gargle and some joint ointment came second. By the time that I was thinking of a third thing, it was almost dark so I had a cup of tea and another slice of fruity malt loaf and that was enough excitement for me.
The evening was devoted to tootling. First my flute pupil Luke came and we made progress on a Telemann canon and then I went off to play trios with Mike and Isabel and we made good progress on our new Mozart trio. It would be hard to find a better use for a cold winter’s evening.
The flying bird of the day is one of the chaffinches finding a little light over a frosty lawn.