Today’s guest picture is another from our friend Bruce’s Highland tour. It shows McCaig’s Tower in Oban, a prominent granite folly overlooking the town.
It was a rotten day here, rainy, cold and with gusty winds. It was hard to see the birds at the feeder…
…but much easier to see Dropscone coming round with scones in his hand. He is going to Glasgow for a week’s holiday at the weekend so I was glad that he was able to fit a little coffee drinking in before he went. We were drinking some of the ‘awful lot of coffee’ from Brazil today and it went well with the scones.
Dropscone left but the rain kept coming….
…and I stayed indoors and made some sweet potato soup for lunch and did the crossword.
The rain eased off a little after lunch so I put on my wellies and a big woolly hat, picked up my golfing brolly and went for a damp walk over three bridges.
There was very little to see but against the general greyness, a gull stood out…
…and a bare tree too.
Although it was only a degree or two warmer than yesterday and it was drizzling, somehow walking was more pleasant so I extended my planned walk and went along the road to the pheasant hatchery…
…before walking back along the riverside path, looking across the field to the misty slopes of Castle Hill.
One advantage of winter is that bridges are more visible once the leaves are off the trees.
I was quite ready for a warming cup of tea and a slice of toast when I got home.
Since outdoor activity was off the menu now, I made use of my time by putting a parish magazine from 1967 onto the Archive website. Sandy is scanning and formatting these and I add them to our collection. (Those with time to kill can wander through them here.)
Then I put a week of the newspaper index into the database. It was not an entirely wasted day.
Mrs Tootlepedal made a nourishing pasta dish for our tea and then I went to the final rehearsal of Langholm Sings before our concert in Lockerbie on Friday. We sang through the whole programme which was reassuring but it might be a slight exaggeration to say that we were note perfect. Fingers crossed for the concert.
Flying birds of the day were very hard to come by in the rain and gloom so this goldfinch was the best that I could manage.