Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent Venetia, who was up in London to watch tennis at the O2 Arena. During a break in play, she ventured across the river on the Emirates cable car.
We could hear the rain pounding down overnight so it was no surprise to wake up to a dull and soggy day. The heavy rain had eased off but there was a lot of drizzle in the morning.
This didn’t bother me too much as I was sat in the Welcome to Langholm office for two hours not welcoming any visitors at all. This let me get completely caught up on my entries to the Archive Group’s newspaper database so I regarded it as time well spent (though a visitor or two to welcome would have been welcome).
There was not much fun to be had in gardening or peering at bird feeders in the gloom so after lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal and I braved a little light drizzle and went out on an expedition round Gaskell’s Walk.
I drew her attention to some exciting lichen just after we set out…
…but she was more interested in watching the overnight rain pouring over the caul at Pool Corner.
It must have rained a great deal last night.
I looked at larch trees which are gradually losing their needles but still offering a treat to the passer by.
In a satisfactory way, they lose their needles from the bottom up and this seems to make them last longer as a visual delight than if they lost them from the top.
We are never short of moss round here.
The walk was a bit muddy underfoot when we got to the track but this was not a surprise when we saw how much water was coming down the Becks Burn to join the Wauchope.
There is a little stream, usually no more than a trickle which runs under a bridge near the end of the track.
It is very narrow above the bridge but has a deep and wide gully on the other side as it plunges down a steep bank. Today we could see how it can have enough water on a wet day to carve such a deep trench.
It wasn’t a day for views at all…
…but as it was about ten degrees warmer than yesterday, it wasn’t a bad day for a walk in November.
As we got near home, I saw some Hart’s Tongue fern looking very happy on a wall…
…and a substantial outbreak of lichen on a tree stump which was striking enough to get Mrs Tootlepedal interested.
I took a picture from the Park Bridge to show the contrast between today and yesterday.
Yesterday was like this:
And today was like this:
No one can accuse our weather of being boring.
It was too dark to look at birds when I got home so I went inside to pick some pictures to show at our Camera Club meeting later in the evening but Mrs Tootlepedal braved the drizzle and got some useful gardening done.
It has either been frosty or soggy since she got back from the south so the refurbished tiller is still in its box.
My flute pupil Luke came and gave more evidence of practice so we managed to play through a tricky Quantz movement with only one or two hiccups. Next week I am sure that we will roll through it triumphantly.
In the evening, I went to our camera club meeting and there was a good turnout of members and once again we got an excellent selection of photographs from the members. There was much to enjoy in looking at the shots and a lot to learn from the subjects and the techniques used.
In the end, a potentially very gloomy and dull day turned out to have been both useful and enjoyable and I can’t ask for more than that.
On a side note, our friend Mike Tinker turned up for a cup of tea in the afternoon and he was happily much recovered from a serious cold which has laid him low for several days. Although he is still far from skipping and dancing, it was good to see him out and about at least.
I did manage one suitably gloomy flying bird of the day.