Today’s guest picture comes from my brother who walked though five villages the other day and looked at one of them across a valley. This is Holbrook seen from Horsley.
I was expecting a wet day today but after some heavy rain overnight, it was quite dry and calm in the morning and Dropscone was able to cycle round with treacle scones at coffee time.
I had a quick look round the garden before he came.
A couple of frosty mornings while I was away have done for a lot of the flowers but the nasturtiums under the protection of the front wall of the house are still looking excellent.
Sadly, only a very few fuchsias are left standing…or more accurately, hanging.
Dropscone has been checking on the well being of his tin knees which are now ten and twelve years old. He got them put in at different hospitals and as a result, he had to go to two different places to get them x-rayed as one hospital couldn’t possibly x-ray another hospital’s knee. This was rather annoying but he is pleased that the check has been completed.
I put the camera on its tripod at the kitchen window and took a variety of shots during the morning, while the weather was still dry.
A small flock of goldfinches were keeping the usual chaffinches at bay today…
…although one chaffinch at least made it to the feeder.
The birds have been complaining to their agents that I do not do them justice with my obsession with grainy shots of them in flight so I took some grainy head and shoulder shots today instead.
They are all very handsome.
It was still dry when Dropscone left after coffee so I had another look round the garden…
…and then I took a chance and went for a short ‘three bridges’ walk to seek out autumn colour.
As I approached my first bridge, the pedestrian suspension bridge across the Esk, I couldn’t fail to be struck by the poplars beside the church.
And as I walked along towards my second bridge, this colourful garden hit me in the eye.
I didn’t cross the town bridge today but I did look back at it from the Kilngreen…
…and I looked up the Esk from the same point.
I was pleased to see that for once I had all my ducks in a row.
The Sawmill Brig over the Ewes Water was my second crossing.
And once across, I could admire the Langholm Castle ruins on the Castleholm…
..and the glow of the trees at the start of the Lodge walks.
Across the playing fields, the trees on the far bank of the Esk were well worth a glance…
Although not as brilliant as the maples that draw the tourists to New England in the fall, they give me a lot of quiet pleasure.
As the rain was threatening to come, I crossed the Duchess Bridge as my third bridge…
…and scuttled home as quickly as I could, propelled onward by a short but sharp little shower that encouraged me not to linger and look for fungi.
I did see this little specimen as I went through a gate on the Castleholm…
…but mostly I had eyes only for
yew deciduous trees on my walk today.
I got home in good time for lunch and shortly afterwards, the rain started in earnest….
…and kept going for several hours.
It has stopped as I write this but if the forecast is to be believed, it will start again in the early hours of the morning and rain until tea time tomorrow.
I will have a quiet day in.
Mike Tinker braved the rain and dropped in for a cup of tea and he told me that there has been an invasion of chaffinches from the continent. I should recognise them if they arrive in the garden as they are more colourful than the natives.
Mrs Tootlepedal is doing well in the south but is looking forward to coming home next week and getting to work on preparing the garden for the winter.
I tried to catch a flying goldfinch but only managed another chaffinch today to be the flying bird of the day. They hover very obligingly.