Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary, who popped over to Paris for some culture. She bravely used that external escalator.
It was frosty again when we got up and I recorded the fact with the aid of a spirea.
My recovery from the cold has been delayed again and so I took advantage of a cancellation at the Health Centre to get a check on my chest from a doctor this morning. It’s just a cold and will go away in its own sweet time. He didn’t have much of a view about when and suggested sticking my head over a bowl of boiling water three times a day for a week. I think he said ‘over’ and not ‘in’.
I was wasting another day of very light winds but as the temperature never got much above 5°C, I wasn’t as distraught about this as I might have been on a warmer day.
I looked out of the window as the morning went on.
I couldn’t see much because flying chaffinches kept getting in the way.
There were other birds about….some cute…
…and some that I may have seen at Gretna yesterday evening.
After a nourishing lunch of sombre looking but quite tasty soup, I went for a short walk just to stretch the legs. When it is not windy, even 5°C seems pleasantly warm for a walk if you are properly dressed.
I walked through the park to the Stubholm and then followed track through the Kernigal wood and down to Skipperscleuch and came back along the river.
There was lichen and fungus to be seen as I went along.
And I liked the way that two leaves had become imprinted on a rock much in the way that we used to press leaves when we were in the infant school.
Although I was among trees for a lot of the walk, there were occasional views.
And even a little late autumn colour.
Most of the colour from my walk was in the form of larches, which looked golden to my eye from a distance….
…but not quite as pretty to my camera’s sensor.
The actual needles were mostly brownish yellow but still surprisingly green in places.
There were plenty of bare trees to enjoy.
And when I got down to Skippers Bridge, I went down to the waterside and took the obligatory shot. For some reason Roy Orbison came to mind.
When I got home, I found that Mrs Tootlepdal had been very busy doing another section of her path and clearing the nasturtiums from around the front door,
It was sad to see them go as they had done very well in resisting the early frosts but the last one had been too much for them.
I lent a hand on some more tidying up.
There are still a few survivors about.
It was too cold and gloomy to linger in the garden for long so we came in for a cup of tea and a slice or two of a Selkirk bannock. In this we had a lot in common with Queen Victoria who is said to have been very partial to a slice or two of a Selkirk bannock with her afternoon cup of tea.
In the evening, I went off to do some more croaking with Langholm Sings, our local choir. There were only two tenors there tonight and so we enjoyed a very quiet and peaceful evening and were modestly pleased with our efforts.
In spite of all the flying chaffinches, the flying bird of the day is a blue tit. It not the best picture but it makes a change.