Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Marianne, our son Tony’s partner. It shows Tony getting some sausage making tips at the ‘Bowhouse Food Weekend’ in St Monans yesterday. Marianne tells me that they intend to eat the sausages that he made. They are very brave.
After two days of miserable rain and wind, the weather gods relented and laid on a calm, fairly warm and dry day today, ideal for cycling. Of course they knew that I had choirs to go to both in the morning and the afternoon with no time for serious cycling in between so they must have laughed themselves silly.
Still, the choirs were very enjoyable so I had no complaints.
After the church choir, I had time to walk round the garden.
We have a little horizontal cotoneaster against the house with bright red berries and colourful leaves.
Wet flowers were to be found. The striking clematis in the top row is is the only flower that the plant has produced all year.
We have our own autumn colour provided by the climbing hydrangea and one of the azaleas.
I looked at the birds while I attended to the tricky culinary task of preparing baked beans on toast for my lunch.
A collared dove appeared and didn’t start a fight. This was possibly because it was the only dove there.
There were several goldfinches only too ready to argue.
I got the chance to catch welcome visits from a dunnock…
…and a robin.
After my baked beans, I had just enough time to go for an amble round Easton’s Walk.
As I got to the Wauchope Water, I found that it had gone down enough to allow a dipper to do some dipping in the calmer current near the bank.
The recent rain has encouraged the moss on the park wall.
I came down the track to the edge of the Murtholm fields….
…and enjoyed the colourful trees behind the farmhouse at the far end.
As I walked back along the river to the park, I spotted two ghostly fungi, one on a fallen tree…
…and one unusually white one, part of a small bunch of fungi on the banking in the shadow of old tree roots.
The thorny hedge round the war memorial provided a resting place for water droplets.
When I got home, the sight of the winter jasmine in full flower at the back door was a reminder of the march of the seasons.
The weather gods had one last little joke to play. The sun came out just as I was preparing to go to Carlisle for the afternoon choir so I only had time for a glance out of the kitchen window to watch a siskin hanging about…
…and a chaffinch weighing up his options …
…before I went off to Carlisle to sing, driving down the road in beautiful weather and muttering under my breath as I went.
Our new musical director continues to be very lively and amusing so we all worked hard for her in return and as a result, we had a useful practice.
I am hoping for some kindly cycling weather tomorrow.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow in torpedo mode as it heads for the feeder.