We had such a grey day here that I badly needed something bright for the post so today’s guest offering is another of Tommy cycling in the South African sunshine. Lucky chap.
The only colour in the garden today was provided by a few stubborn daffodils who defied the cold and the wind.
It was very depressing after having had a few nearly decent days to go back to mean, cold and nasty weather again.
The birds had to hang on to the feeders…
…and take great care getting on to the perches.
The encompassing gloom was cheered by the arrival of Dropscone with treacle scones and Sandy to help eat them with our morning coffee.
We were also pleased to see the return of the dam bridge repairers with the new railings, ready to be installed.
Sandy and I arranged to go for a walk after lunch and he duly arrived and drove us down to Canonbie where we parked at the Hollows and walked along the road to the Byreburn bridge.
In spite of very poor conditions for taking pictures, the wall along the old road provided us with plenty of temptations to get the camera out.
When we got to the Byreburn bridge, we left the river Esk and followed the track beside the burn…
…with plenty to see as we walked up to the next bridge.
Here we left the shelter of the woods and took to the road to make a circular route back to the car.
Once again, there were things to look at as we went along…
…and things looking at us…
…with a very hard stare.
As we got down the hill back towards the Hollows, Sandy noticed a tree beside the road which looked as though it had been the victim of a very bad sewing job by some dendrological Dr Frankenstein…
…and I enjoyed the sight of a clump of hardy trees hanging by their toenails to the bank high above the river Esk.
We had thought that we might get blasted by the cruel wind as we walked back along the road but by happy accident, the wind was directly behind us and the whole walk was remarkably comfortable considering the conditions.
The Hollows Bridge is hard to see from the road so the best that I could do was to peer through the trees…
…but the consolation was the sight of the little stone carvings which keep appearing on the wooded knoll beside the river. This set were new since I had last been here.
When we got home, the bridge railings had been installed but not quite finished so I took a temporary shot of each side…
…and then forgot to come out later to take the finished article.
I will try again tomorrow.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went out to a concert in the Church which was raising funds for the restoration of the church organ and the refurbishment of the social club in the town.
The concert featured brass and pipe bands, guest singers from Hawick and a fine selection of local talent. I am not an out and out fan of pipe bands playing indoors but the concert was thoroughly enjoyable all the same and only the attendance was a bit disappointing. I hope that those who couldn’t come had something better to do for they had missed a treat.
On a grumpy note, it went on too long. Two and a half hours sitting in a church pew is enough to let the iron enter anyone’s soul. I may have remarked before that I have never heard anyone come out of an amateur concert saying, “That was too short.”
Still, it proved that we are not short of musical talent in the town.
The flying bird of the day matches the weather. Rather a poor effort.
The weather is due to get worse.