Today’s guest picture involves an elaborate play on words. Whereas a recent guest picture showed a links in Spain where Dropscone played golf and photographed, today’s guest picture shows a lynx in Spain which Venetia saw and photographed.
We had another dry and sunny day today, the third without rain in a row. We are beginning to worry that something has gone wrong with the weather.
For once, a sunny and clear morning was accompanied by proper low autumn temperatures and there was a touch of frost about when we got up. There are still a few leaves left on the plum tree where this pigeon was perching.
It was too cold for cycling but ideal for walking so while Mrs Tootlepedal went off for her monthly coffee morning with ex work colleagues, Sandy and I had a coffee at home and then set off for the White Yett and a walk up to the monument.
It was the sort of day when you might expect a little early morning mist in the river valleys and as we got up the hill, there was a hint of some here and there.
But it didn’t amount to much and the sky was crystal clear as we took the track up to the monument.
The sun obligingly provided the monument with a halo as we drew near.
We enjoyed the sunny view over Langholm.
A sheep was enjoying the view too.
However, there was a bit of mist to the west and as we got near the top of Whita Hill, we could see the remains of the nuclear power station at Chapel Cross looming up through it.
Further to the west, Criffel could just be seen above a strip of cloud running up the Nith estuary.
And when we got to the top of the hill, we could see the Lake District hills in the distance across a whole sea of mist covering the Solway plain.
The camera can’t do justice to the scene at all.
To the south, banks of mist shrouded the hills beyond the Tarras valley.
I took a couple of pictures to try to convey the sense of a brilliant white sea lapping at the rising ground towards us.
We walked past the police mast and looked down from the edge of the hill.
It was a splendid sight and we were very pleased to have been in the right place at the right time to see it.
Even as we stood there, the mist was beginning to lift.
And turning back, it was a different day…
…with Langholm below us bathed in sunshine.
As you can imagine, we took a lot of pictures and I had a very hard time picking out a few for this post and I am fairly sure that there are quite a few others which might have been better than ones that I have used. The trouble is that when I have too much choice, my brain goes to mush and I make bad decisions.
Still, I liked this picture of the McDiarmid Memorial as we came back down towards the car.
And you can’t go wrong in my view with a couple of lichen pictures to round a walk off.
I had a look at the garden when I got home to see if any flowers had survived the cold morning.
It was lunchtime by this time and once again, I put the camera up at the kitchen window to see what was happening at the feeder both while I was preparing the meal and relaxing after it.
A goldfinch and a great tit sized up the possibilities…
…and then came down for a snack….
…while once again any amount of flying chaffinches whizzed to and fro.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went out to continue working on her new path and I put on a good many layers of clothes and cycled off into a eager and nipping wind.
For the first time for several months, I thought that it was worth putting my overshoes on because cold feet can be a big problem when cycling.
Still, it was delightfully sunny even if it wasn’t very warm….
…and I enjoyed a thirty mile ride, particularly as the wind behaved itself and after punishing me for the first twelve miles, stayed in position and blew me home for the next eighteen. You can see that I had made a sound route choice.
I had time to go over a few songs for our Carlisle choir before tea so I felt that I had made good use of the day. I am only sorry that because we were shooting into the sun, I couldn’t properly convey the spirit raising joy of the brilliant white sea of mist that greeted us on our morning walk. The scene will remain in my memory for some time.
Alison, my Friday evening orchestra, was not well so there were no sonatas today but I wasn’t entirely unhappy to have a quiet night in as the last few days seem to have been quite busy.
The flying bird of the day is one of the flotilla of chaffinches at full stretch.