Today’s guest picture is another from Mary Jo from Manitoba’s London visit. This time she met one of the celebrated Tower of London ravens.
Our changeable weather is evidently tricky to predict so in spite of forecasts of gales and heavy rain, it was not a great surprise to wake up to merely a brisk breeze with dry spells.
One of the dry spells let me go up to the town after breakfast to pay in a cheque from the railway company to cover the fare for our delayed journey from London last weekend. I would like to think that this repayment came either from a deduction from the company directors’ own pay packets or a reduction in the dividend to shareholders but I fear that that is wishful thinking.
I dropped in on the data miners at the Archive Centre, took a meter reading there and then booked the car into the garage for a look at its brakes and got home just as it started to rain once more.
After that, I stayed in, did the crossword, made some soup and grumbled. I didn’t go out again until lunch time when it had brightened up a bit. I took a look at the garden.
There were plucky flowers smiling through their tears to be seen.
Thanks to relatively warm mornings, there are still plenty of colourful sights about, some more vibrant….
…than others.
As you can see from the anemone on the right, there was even a hint of sunshine.
The fuchsias are loving the weather, whatever the other flowers think.
Bees were few and far between but I did find a hoverfly on a dahlia.
I was delighted to find that Lilian Austin was still in business in a modest way.
I went back in to eat my soup for lunch with no great hope for the afternoon but the sun was still out by the time that lunch was over so I set out for a walk, hoping that any clouds would blow past in the brisk wind and not rain on Langholm.
Things looked promising as I went through the park…
There was a great heap of logs at the exit from the park….
…and it was apparent that two large trees had been felled and cut up. I couldn’t tell whether the trees had partly fallen first and then been cut up or whether the felling was precautionary.
I walked on through the wood along the river and came out onto the track along the Murtholm…
…which led me to Skippers Bridge, where I went down the bank to look back at the bridge…
….and then, trusting that the good weather would hold, I took a short diversion up the hill through the oak wood…
…to the Round House.
If I hadn’t been in a bit of a hurry, I might have sat on the bench there in the sunshine and enjoyed the view over the town.
As it was, I pressed on, enjoying the golden colour in the bracken beside the track…
…and stopping when a striking crop of fine black berries caught my eye. When I showed the picture to Mrs Tootlepedal later on, she thought that they might be St John’s Wort….
…and as I had seen some of these flowers nearby, I expect that she is right.
The river looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in its mouth when I came to cross the suspension bridge on my way home.
I waited for a moment or two to see if the dipper was around but it was not to be seen so I took an arty pictures of some leaves…
…and went home. I couldn’t resist a few pictures of flowers enjoying the welcome sunshine.
I didn’t have long to wait in as I had an appointment to get my flu jab at the health centre as well as my three-monthly vitamin B12 injection so I was soon out and back across the bridge, this time by bicycle and returned home thoroughly needled….in both senses of the word as it started to rain as I left the health centre.
Once back, I received a visit from a camera club member who had come to collect his photos from the exhibition. He was very cheered to find that he had sold a couple of them.
Then it was time for a visit from my flute pupil Luke. He has been practising again and it showed. He told me that he had played with our local orchestra yesterday and found it a ‘learning experience’. Orchestral flute playing is very tricky. I tried it for a bit and didn’t enjoy it much so I hope he does better than I did.
After an excellent tea which had been cooked for me by Mrs Tootlepedal consisting of mince with bashed tatties and neeps from the garden, I went off to play trios with Mike and Isabel. We had a most enjoyable play and found once again that Mozart is a cure for many ills.
When I got home, we watched a weather forecast which showed that the jet stream is currently crossing the Atlantic in a series of beautifully shaped waves, each one containing a high or a low so the changeable weather looks like a permanent fixture for the foreseeable future. I will just have to look out my wet weather cycling gear and grit my teeth.
The flying bird of the day is in pre-flying mode.
I am seriously impressed at the speed with which you received that cheque! Indeed, at the fact it was forthcoming at all.
I am thinking of writing to them to ask them to let me know when trains are going to be delayed on the West Coat Line so that I can travel free again.
Our bracken ferns turn to a kind of pinky brown. I’ve never seen them that color.
I’ve also never seen berries on a St. Johnswort, but that’s what the flowers look like.
The landscapes are beautiful. I’m glad you had some sunshine.
I forgot to say congratulations on the sale of your photos the other day. I hope it was more worth the effort for you than it was for me. I decided it was more trouble than it was worth and gave it up.
I am sorry to hear that. I am slow at catching up with you recently, but I have always found your photos very interesting, educational and beautiful. Perhaps as a book?
Thank you Lavinia. I do have a book in mind that I think might help people know nature better, but I won’t have time to do much until I retire in 4 years.
I look forward to it when it comes.
Thank you. It’ll be a while.
Sorry the weather is not suiting you at the moment but loved the fuchsia and the view over the town from the bench which you didn’t sit on.
Lovely pictures taken on your walk – especially the view of the town from the round house.
I enjoyed your autumn walk and the views over the town and through the bracken were special. Love the nasturtium ‘three little maids’ photo….time for a song?
That is exactly what I thought of when I took the picture.
Great minds!!
Absolutely.
The town in it’s hilly setting looks beautiful. Wish we had just a little bit of your moisture!
We have plenty to spare this year.
Wow! Your town is nestled in such a beautiful place. Wish I could send some of Maine’s lovely October weather your way.
Stop it!
😉
A beautiful collection of autumn flowers. My favorite is the trio of nasturtiums. I wish I had planted some this season.
They have enjoyed our cool weather.
As good as the flowers and views of the landscapes are, I have to say that I was wowed by the guest photo of the raven.
You’ll probably find that the fare for the train has gone up the next time that you take the train, that’s the way those big companies work.
I don’t think that we will ever see fares going down!
That reminds me to tell Mr T that I loved the guest photo of the gate in a recent post.
I will
I am pleased the sun came out long enough for you to take that walk. I enjoyed looking at all you photos today.
The sun soon got tired and disappeared. We haven’t seen it today at all.
We haven’t either.