Today’s guest picture from Irving, taken earlier on, shows the Black Esk reservoir, the source of our drinking water these days.
After yesterday’s crisp and sunny weather, we could hardly have had a more different day today. It was soggy, grey, cloudy and cold…
…but there were compensations.
It was a winter wonderland. Or at least, it would have been a winter wonderland if there hadn’t been a persistent damp drizzle and if the clouds had lifted to reveal the hills. As it was, it was somewhat of a damp squib of a day.
The birds really appreciated the feeder and there were dozens on the ground, on the feeder, on the plum tree and even more waiting off stage on the walnut tree.
Some birds seemed quite happy as more snow fell…
…but some just couldn’t contain their impatience.
I got out a shovel and cleared a path along the drive and some of the pavement outside the house and then after a look around…
…went back in.
The day took a turn for the better when Dropscone came round with some traditional Friday treacle scones and my coffee blend worked out well.
We caught up on Dropscone’s golfing adventures and his family news and then he walked off through the snow again.
It had stopped snowing by this time so I thought that I ought to take a bit of exercise. I strapped the Yaktrax to my wellies and set out to see where my fancy would take me.
It took me past the church…..
…with its details neatly picked out by the snow.
Then I passed the Meeting of the Waters, presenting a marked contrast to the sunny scene when we were here feeding ducks with Matilda a couple of days ago.
There was no golden winter light today and a rather ghostly scene appeared when I looked at the trees across the Castleholm.
Individual trees had been picked out by the falling snowflakes.
I met a jogger on the Lodge Walks. She was running rather gingerly on the icy surface but remarked as she passed that the conditions on the track to Potholm further back had been more comfortable.
My fancy turned to the track to Potholm.
It would mean a five and a half mile walk in total but the lure of snowy scenes and good conditions underfoot led me on and I pushed ahead, ringing Mrs Tootlepedal first to stop her worrying about a longer absence than was expected.
The decision turned out to be a good one.
There were plenty of snowy scenes.
And excellent walking on the track through the Langfauld wood.
The bridge at Potholm marked the furthest point of my walk.
I met a second jogger coming towards me on the road from Potholm.
The scene was white enough to make a sheep look quite grey by comparison.
The snow and the grey sky made a good backdrop for this tree at the Breckonwrae.
And I finished up taking the same shot a the end of my walk as I had taken at the start of our walk yesterday.
Both walks had been really enjoyable.
I got back in time to have a very late lunch and enjoy a robin in the snow….
…and a couple of the many blackbirds scavenging under the feeder.
Because the weather was expected to be rather inhospitable later in the evening, Mike and Alison came round for the usual Friday evening visit in the afternoon. Alison and I enjoyed playing pieces by Rameau, Loeillet and Woodcock and then we sat down with Mike and Mrs Tootlepedal to a cup of tea, some excellent home made (by Alison) mince pies and a few ginger biscuits to dunk in the tea. It was a good way to round off the Christmas holidays.
Now we are preparing for the New Year.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch once again. They are very reliable birds if you don’t have a lot of time to look out of the window..