Today’s guest picture is welcome reminder of summer. It was taken by Mike Tinker when he was on holiday in Wales.
There are no birds in today’s post as I left home before there was enough light to catch them and didn’t get back again until the light had faded.
In between times, Roy, one of my recorder playing friends from Carlisle, appeared just after breakfast and we got into my car and drove fifty miles to the little village of Eccles, out in the country beyond Kelso. If you have to drive fifty miles in winter, then the border country on a sunny morning suffused with golden light, with empty roads and prospects of rolling green fields of winter wheat and views of distant hills is just the place to be doing it.
We arrived bang on schedule and got our first look at the village hall in Eccles where our recorder playing day was to take place. It has an unassuming exterior…
…but the interior was warm and welcoming.
The playing day was most enjoyable. It was taken by Mary Bonsor, an old friend, who had chosen the music for us to play with excellent judgement. We ranged from Bach and Handel, through Hook and Boyce and ended up with Leroy Anderson’s composition “Plink, Plank, Plunk!”
The music wasn’t difficult to play but still demanded our full concentration and was interesting enough to be very rewarding. This is my idea of a good programme for a playing day.
Added to the good music was a first rate lunch with three sorts of soup, excellent bread and good cheese and as much fruit as we could eat.
During the lunch break, I stretched my legs outside the hall and was quite pleased not be cycling as there was a very nipping and eager wind and evidence that it had been raining fairly hard while we had been playing.
Eccles Church loomed over a wall just down the road.
I went down for a closer look and was pleased to see that they had retained their mounting block…
…should any parishioner wish to get on his or her horse after a service. The south side of the church had a good collection of windows…
…and I would like to have gone in to see the interior effect.
I didn’t have time to nose about though so after a glance at a fine clock tower on a neighbouring building…
…I went back into the hall for the afternoon session.
Another merit of the day was the fact that it stopped quite promptly and we were able to drive home through even more glorious sunlight than in the morning. If I had had the time (and could have found any convenient parking spots), I would have filled this post with gorgeous landscapes from the Eildon Hills to the north to the snow capped Cheviots in the south and all points in between.
But since I didn’t have the time and I couldn’t find a parking spot, you will have to take my word for the views.
We got home safely and after a cup of tea, Roy headed back to Carlisle. We both thought that it had been a most worthwhile outing.
I will try to rectify the lack of birds tomorrow.