Today’s guest picture is another from my brother’s walk in the Dove valley earlier this month. The famous stepping stones had been damaged by a flood and he had to resort to a bridge half a mile downstream.
We woke to strong winds and heavy rain. This was Storm Barbara making itself known. It was not a morning for going out so I didn’t go out further than the corner shop for essential supplies.
The goldfinches were able to battle the wind and get through to the feeder.
The main business of the day was a visit to Dumfries for an appointment at the Infirmary for me. We gave serious thought to cancelling the appointment as the forecast said that there would be heavy rain and fifty mile an hour winds just at the time that we were going to drive across. However, it also promised considerably calmer conditions for the return journey so we thought that we would risk it.
The trip across lived up to the forecast and was a bit more exciting than we would have liked with a lot of surface water to contend with. There were no fallen trees though and only one small flood so we made it to the hospital safely.
The meeting with the consultant was for a minor eye problem and he ruled that it was not really a problem and sent me home with some eye drops.
I chose a route on back roads for the start of the journey homewards and even though the wind had dropped and it had almost stopped raining, it was still quite exciting as streams of water poured off the fields and across the road as we drove along.
This state of things didn’t last long and we soon met much better conditions with a hint of blue sky here and there.
To our surprise, it was still light when we got home….
……so I nipped down to the river to record the state of affairs.
There was plenty of water in the rivers….
…but in the time that I stood there, the light disappeared.
I was too late to take a picture of it but as we came through the town on our way home, we could see the town’s Christmas tree lying on its side, obviously laid low by the gales. It will be interesting to see if it gets re-erected.
The evening was brightened by the customary appearance of Mike and Alison and by the discovery that my cold had cleared up enough to let me play the flute. Alison and I enjoyed ourselves in spite of a certain lack of practice.
There is no plant of the day and the flying bird is a very dim effort thanks to the storm.
We are told that Storm Conor may arrive on Christmas Day. With luck, it will pass to the north of us.