Today’s guest picture is another from our son Tony’s walk round the Wemyss Estate. As well as a parakeet in a tree, he came across a curious deer which was looking a bit lost.
We were visited by storm Diana today. I must say that the practice of giving passing weather fronts a name is obviously a bad idea. They are getting ideas above their station and we got a lot of rain and some stiff winds in the afternoon.
It wasn’t too bad in the morning when Dropscone came round for coffee. Sandy dropped in to pick up some keys for the new archive centre but he was busy and didn’t stay for coffee. This meant that Dropscone and I could eat all the scones which was a stroke of luck as the scones were particularly tasty today.
Although it was raining lightly as Dropscone left, the forecast said that it would stop raining by twelve o’clock and then start again by one. As it did actually stop raining at three minutes to twelve, I went out for a short three bridges walk.
I was detained for a moment by some cheerful calendulas in the garden before I left.
The clouds had lifted on the hills and I could almost see the monument.
There was a touch of colour in the last willows which are fading away beside the town bridge.
And some of our resident ducks had found a calm spot for a paddle above the bridge.
I was very impressed by the amount of hay being transported by a single driver from the arable east coast to the pastoral west.
I passed more evidence of the activity of the Langholm Walks volunteers who have been putting new discs onto the walks signposts.
The group is trying hard to encourage walkers to come to the town and sample the many delights of walking in our woods and hills.
As I went along the Lodge Walks, I discovered that the forecast had only said that it would have started raining by one o’clock. It didn’t say when it would actually start and that turned out to be at about ten past twelve so I didn’t get very far on my walk before the rain came down. Luckily I was well armed (or legged) with welly boots and a large golf umbrella. As I was sheltered from the worst of the wind and there was plenty to look at, I still had a good walk.
I saw berries by a wall…
…and lichen on a tree…
…as I went up the Lodge Walks.
Then as I crossed the Castleholm, I saw a tree with many, many branches…
…a soggy gate…
…and a tree stump with a mixture of fungus and fallen leaves which were so well matched for colour that it was hard to tell them apart.
Round the back of the stump, there were more clear cut fungi.
As I walked back along the path to the Jubilee Bridge, I could see many hazel catkins…
…but by the time that I got to the bridge, the rain was coming down so steadily that I put my camera back in my pocket and concentrated all my energies on not letting my brolly get blown away by the wind.
By the time that I got home, it was a thoroughly miserable day and so dark and gloomy that I didn’t bother to get my bird watching camera out at all.
After lunch, I put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and practised some singing for my various choirs.
Mrs Tootlepedal made another delicious evening meal and fortified by that, I ventured out into the wind and the rain to go to a Langholm Sings choir practice. Some of the work that I had done in the afternoon turned out to be quite useful.
It had stopped raining by the time that we came out of the practice and this was just as well as the river was high and flowing fast as I crossed the suspension bridge. We are promised more heavy rain tomorrow so riverside dwellers may be getting a bit nervous.
I didn’t try for a flying bird of the day today and a rather fuzzy perching gull is standing in for the position instead.