Today’s guest picture is a break with tradition and is in fact a pair of pictures as Bruce sent me a fairly standard view of the famous ‘Bridge over the Atlantic’ between the mainland and Seil Island…
…but also included his view from the bridge. He was surprised to find that someone had painted a white line down the middle of the channel, presumably to keep marine traffic on the right track.
I was listening to a radio programme about the Roman poet Horace today. One of his most famous phrases was ‘Carpe Diem’ which might be translated as ‘make good use of your day’
We had a beautifully sunny and reasonably warm morning and if there ever was a dies that needing carping, this was it. Sadly, as my knee still needs cossetting, the dies remained totally uncarped.
I looked at birds instead.
In the dark months, the shadow of our house looms over the bird feeder and so the brighter the sunlight is on the plum tree….
…the darker the shadows are on the feeder…
…though this can produce an interesting silhouette from time to time.
It was about midday when the sun and birds both appeared on the feeder. Once again there were not many birds about so this gave the blue, coal and great tits plenty of scope for visiting.
A robin popped in and although I took a very poor picture of it just as we were going out, I have put it in for the record.
While I was bird watching, I couldn’t help noticing the berberis….
…and I went out for a closer look. One part of the bush has gone bright red while the other remains fairly subdued.
The perennial wallflower is a marvel. We have two and the other has now given up but this one looks as though it is ready to go through the winter.
The calendulas are very diminished but they are still trying to produce new flowers.
Apart from the berberis, the brightest thing in the garden was this stone ball wrapped in a blanket of moss.
I raised my eyes to the hills and sighed…
…and went back inside for lunch.
Then we went to Edinburgh. Our up train started late from Lockerbie but arrived on time in Edinburgh. Our down train left Edinburgh on time but arrived ten minutes late at Lockerbie. Variety is the spice of life!
We found Matilda in very good form and she absolutely trounced me at snap though I held my own in a game of Pelmanism. We enjoyed other games as well and after an excellent meal, cooked by her father, Matilda ended our visit with a ballet display. We went home feeling very cheerful.
I just managed to catch today’s flying bird by the merest fraction of a millimetre.