Today’s guest picture comes from our daughter Annie. As well as enjoying the delights of Venice lately, she also sampled a beautiful evening at Clapham Junction before she left for the continent
It was another day of variable weather but at least the rain was sporadic rather then persistent which was a relief.
I started the day by going to Longtown in the rain to pick up a new pair of glasses. The optician has to deal with an extreme difference between my right and left eye and has given me a rather neat bifocal lens which he hopes will let me read with both eyes at the same time. This will be a novelty if it works.
When I got home, I had time to have a coffee and the last slice of the oat, plum and ginger bake before I had to put on my sombre clothes and go to a funeral. There was a good attendance as the funeral was for a local hero, Jimmy Maxwell, captain of Langholm Rugby Club in its most successful period ever, a rugby international and the chairman of the Common Riding committee for many years.
To us, he was the man who as a builder had done many alterations to our house when we first arrived in Langholm and who was responsible later on for putting in the ties that hold the house together and keep a roof over our heads.
Luckily the rain had stopped by the time that we came out of church.
I was sitting in the kitchen after the funeral when a knock on the door heralded the arrival of Sandy with two friends, Fred and Irene, who wanted to look round the garden.
They are regular blog readers and wanted to to take the chance to measure my pictures against the real thing. The enjoyed a garden tour and took an apple each with them as they went on their way. Fred is just off to Africa where doubtless he will find interesting things to photograph. I noticed as we finished our tour that the nerines beside the bird feeder are beginning to look their best.
Mrs Tootlepedal returned from Annan where she had been receiving treatment for a painful toe and was very pleased with the results.
I had to spend a bit of time getting everything organised for a trip back up to Bentpath in the evening where I was going to give a talk to the Women’s Institute there.
I did think of fitting a short cycle ride in but another heavy shower made me unthink.
There was time to watch the finish of the Tour of Britain stage before I checked on the weather again and went out for a short walk. My plan was to take a variety of photographs which might help to demonstrate some good and bad things to do with a camera and which I could use in my talk later on.
I started beside the river.
Then I walked up the Lodge Walks and across the Castleholm
I left the Castleholm, crossed the Jubilee Bridge and made my way home.
When I got home, I found Mrs Tootlepedal talking to two more garden visitors. It turned out that our neighbour Isobel had brought ex Langholmite and now Canadian resident and blog reader Joyce to see the garden in real life too.
Joyce particularly enjoyed the fabled compost bins and was pleased that I give the credit for the garden to Mrs Tootlepedal, the gardener and don’t pretend that I do all the work myself.
I just had time to make a sausage stew for my tea, cook a batch of rolls which Mrs Tootlepedal had shaped earlier in the afternoon and pack my stuff into the car before it was time to go up the road to Bentpath. I checked the weather before I left and saw no need for a rain jacket. Needless to say, it was bucketing down when I got to the village hall, a mere six miles north of Langholm and I got quite wet getting the stuff from the car into the hall.
After the ladies had had a business meeting, I got down to business with a run through of various styles of camera and lenses and then a slide show of the pictures that I had taken for the recent flower show competitions with a demonstration of how they had been edited and a run though of the afternoon’s photos from the walk with some explanation of why some had been reasonably successful and why others had been failures.
The talk seemed to hold the interest of the audience…..
…who kindly posed for a mass portrait afterwards.
The possibilities offered by photo editing led to some questions after the talk.
This was followed by an excellent cup of tea, sandwiches and cakes. Giving a talk to the WI is always a satisfying experience because if anyone is skilled in providing a nice cup of tea and cakes, it is them.
The moon was out as I drove home.
No flying bird of the day as that dratted heron was too quick for me when it took off.