Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone who was at the Roxburghe Golf course when he came across a reminder of the strong winds that battered us last month.
There was a brisk wind here today but not as brisk as the one that had knocked that tree to bits.
I had time for a quick look at the birds after breakfast….
…before the wind blew me down the road to Brampton as I went off in the car for a singing lesson from the lady who conducts the Langholm Choir. I was a bit worried in case the car gave me warning messages again but the garage had done the trick and everything went smoothly.
Mary turned out to be an excellent teacher, patient, supportive and very clear in her suggestions. It is hard to teach an old dog new tricks as the saying goes but she managed very well and I came away with a good idea of what to work at and a bit of confidence in my ability to sing which had been lacking before. We are going to arrange another couple of lessons when time permits.
I had a meeting arranged in Langholm at midday so I couldn’t stay around to explore the surrounding area which would have been fun and found myself back home in time for lunch.
Two friends of Mrs Tootlepedal came to visit the garden after lunch and when I went out to see them, I noticed the butterfly of the day on a dahlia.
When they left I had a look about.
Most of the dahlias have come to the end of their useful life but one or two still look good…
…and others still had bees visiting.
I noticed that another clematis had sneaked a flower out behind my back…
…and all three buds on the Lilian Austin had lived up to their promise.
The Japanese anemones are still out in numbers…
…and the last of the hostas have a few flowers left.
It was far too windy to make cycling a pleasure but it was sunny enough to make being outside a good idea so I went for a walk up Meikleholm Hill.
There is an old tree stump beside the track up onto the hill that acts as a fungus collection and it was well supplied with specimens today.
A bit further up the track, I came upon another casualty of the recent strong winds.
I was amazed by how shallow the root system was , being no more than a foot in depth and with no roots protruding through the banking that the falling tree had lifted up.
On the other hand, it was very wide. It is wonderful that any trees stand up at all on our very shallow soils.
There were no sheep or cattle on the hill today so I had a peaceful walk on a rich growth of grass. There were not many wild flowers to be seen….
…because the sheep had made a good job of eating everything interesting before they left. However, there were a great number of these small fungi scattered all over the hillside.
And of course there were any amount of views…
…with just a hint of autumn about them…
…though the hint was quite marked in places.
I caught the town lying below me in a sunny moment…
…but as I walked back down the hill, ominous clouds rolled up overhead and I abandoned a plan to extend my stroll and walked back in the company of another camera club member whom I met on the way.
Needless to say, almost as soon as I had decided to go straight home, the clouds vanished as if by magic and it was a bright day again when I got back to the garden.
When I went in, I found Mrs Tootlepedal chatting to our neighbour Liz who most unluckily broke a bone in her foot recently and is now hobbling about on crutches. She had told me about the fallen tree on the Meikleholm track. She had seen it on one of her last walks before her accident.
When Liz left, Mrs Tootlepedal came out to join me in the garden and I took on the role of Attila the gardener’s henchman and dug up a lot of the worst affected dahlias in one of the front beds and shredded them. I laid their shredded remains reverently on Mrs Tootlepedal’s new bed along the fence as a green mulch. Life goes on.
Mrs Tootlepedal edged the lawns and then we went in. I noted some cheerful colour on my way.
I made baked eggs and spinach in a cheese sauce for my evening meal and picked some of our autumn raspberries for my pudding.
We had a quiet evening in.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy in the kitchen earlier on so I went to look at the birds from an upstairs window and from there took this picture of the flying bird of the day.