Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone’s archives. For some reason he came upon the picture from 2004 of certain young(ish) golfers enjoying a break in Majorca to get away from Langholm’s winter weather. It snowed and I still have the umbrella that I had to buy while we were there.
I don’t know what the morning was like because I made the mistake of lying down for a moment after breakfast and the next thing that I knew, it was lunch time.
Generally speaking the weather forecast had promised severe gales and rainstorms for Scotland and good weather for the north of England so for once, we were very pleased to considered English and we enjoyed a reasonably dry and warm day, though it was bit windy.
The light was very variable but I could see enough to recognise a great tit on the feeder…
…watch chaffinches fly in all directions…
…enjoy a blue tit visit….
…and check out the differing styles of a greenfinch and a goldfinch.
The goldfinches gradually took over the feeder over lunch and had to compete among themselves for a place at the table.
As time went by there was a tiny glimpse of sunshine…
…and encouraged by this, I went for a walk in the afternoon.
There are still plenty of rosebay willowherb seed heads about…
…and a lightening of the sky to the west behind this tree on the Becks track made me hopeful for a while…
…but things soon reverted to grey.
I had gone along the track in the hope that the forestry works in the Becks wood would have finished and I would be able to use the path down to the bridge across the burn.
When I got to the wood, everything was very neatly tidied up and the machines had disappeared. I was able to walk through the felled wood upstream of the bridge and see the burn as it hasn’t been seen for many years…
…with new trees planted on all sides.
I could look down on the little cascade which I have photographed before…
…and because the trees have gone, there was enough light to let me take a reasonable picture from below the waterfall.
Luckily I had my wellies on so that I could stand on the middle of the burn to get the best angle.
I went back to the path and found that it was easy to cross the bridge, walk up the steps on the other side and look downstream towards the Wauchope valley.
I followed the road downhill, admiring the fine growth of catkins on every side. It has been a good month for catkins.
There is no sign of autumn left now ….
…but with only two weeks to go until the winter solstice, we are nearly on the way up towards the light again.
Another tree beside the road back to the town caught me eye…
…and as always, moss and lichen provided a bit of interest on a dull day.
I didn’t have a great deal of time to sit around and think when I got home because it was soon time for an early tea and my second visit to Lockerbie in two days. On this occasion, I picked up my fellow choir member Mike and we went over to sing in a Langholm Sings concert in the Episcopalian Church there.
It is a snug little church and it was very nearly full for our performance which was very gratifying. The members of the audience were kind enough to say that they enjoyed the evening but no one could say that we were faultless and we are going to have another practice next week before we have a joint concert with the Parish Church choir in Langholm next Friday. Practice makes perfect, we hope.
It was windy as we drove home but the threatened rain held off so the evening went as well as we could have expected.
The flying bird of the day, checking out a freshly filled feeder, is a goldfinch.