Today’s guest picture shows the pretty church at Cavers which my neighbour Gavin passed while on a walk in the country near Hawick.
I had a well organised day today with a sting in the tail.
The morning started with a view of the feeder…
…which was followed by a brief floral tour….
…and concluded with a spin down to Canonbie and back on the fairly speedy bike. This is a regular route and the whole thing would have been quite humdrum except for a burst of song which stopped me in my tracks as I passed Pool Corner on my way out of Langholm.
The song came from a pair of dippers by the side of the pool.
One below in full courting mode….
…and one above, like Juliet on her balcony.
Music must have worked its charm because in a trice, both birds were side by side, singing their little feathered hearts out.
I pedalled on in an uplifted mood.
I was ready to be entertained by anything that I passed.
The weather was as perfect as a January day could be for a pedal with very light winds, high clouds and a very friendly temperature. My serotonin levels were well topped up by the time that I got home.
After a shower and lunch, it was time to set off to Lockerbie to catch the train to Edinburgh to visit Matilda.
The train was on time and we even arrived a minute or two early. Like the station at Carlisle, there are works going above the platform in Edinburgh and the bridge above the station has been well upholstered.
We took a bus down to Matilda’s from Princes Street which gave me a chance to take a picture of the old North British Railway hotel at Waverley Station…
…built in a time when keeping the customer happy was part and parcel of running a railway.
We had a very good time being entertained by Matilda and her parents, especially while playing Snap. Matilda won the first game by the simple expedient of taking all the cards into her care whether they were pairs or not. But we all had a lot of fun.
After an excellent tea of cottage pie conjured up by Mrs Tootlepedal (or Scottidge Pie as Matilda referred to it), we caught the bus back to Waverley station and were a bit stunned to say the least to find that our train had been cancelled, as indeed had all trains running on the line. Some unexplained incident had closed the line and we were at a loss as to how we were going to get home. There were no notices or information but a kind lady in the ticket office advised us to go to the station entrance and wait for a bus to take us to Lockerbie.
We went and waited. This gave me the chance to take a photo of Edinburgh by night. Someone had been painting the town red.
A bus duly arrived and we were taken to Lockerbie with the minimum of fuss and the maximum of comfort. The only downside of the nearly two hour journey was that we didn’t get home until after eleven o’clock and that will explain the late posting and hurried prose of today’s blog for which I apologise.
I found a flying chaffinch of the day.