Today’s guest pictures shows an original use for an old pallet. Our son Tony made the coat rack and sent me the picture. We hope to see it in real life tomorrow.
This is an early post as we have a full evening ahead of us with a concert in the Langholm Church involving Langholm Sings and the Church Choir so we are both in action. Immediately after the concert, we are setting off north to visit our son Tony and sample the delights of East Wemyss. On Sunday, we are going across to attend a performance of the Messiah in Glasgow led by the ex-conductor of our Carlisle Choir so all in all, it will be a busy weekend. As the forecast for Saturday includes blizzards, freezing rain and heavy snow. all this may be weather dependant but we are hoping that the weather will be reasonable while we are travelling.
Fingers firmly crossed.
It was a cold and frosty morning here and as the temperature never got above 2°C all day, there was no thought of bicycling.
I spent the morning getting organised for concert and travel and only had a moment to glance out of the window.
In spite of the frost, the ground was remarkably ice free though so I went for a walk after lunch.
To check that the car was in working order, I drove down to the Hollows and started my walk along the old A7.
The wind had dropped from yesterday and in the sunshine, walking was a pleasure. I passed some of the greenest moss in the world…
…before I got to the track through the woods along the Byreburn. I had hoped that this might be a good day to see some hair ice (or frost beard as it is sometimes known) as this track is a place where the fungus Exidiopsis effusa has been busy in the past.
The temperature was just right for hair ice formation and there was any amount to be seen all along the path.
It occurs in dead branches…
…and is a constant wonder to me.
I lifted my eyes from the hair ice for long enough to notice that I was passing the Fairy Loup waterfall…
…and soon found myself at the bridge at the top of the track.
I took the road for my route back to the car, passing Gilnockie Hall…
…and many sheep, intelligently grazing just beyond the long shadows cast by the low winter sun on the trees.
A short diversion took me along the old railway track past the site of Gilnockie Station..
…and I walked down through a field so that I could enjoy the golden light of the sun through an old railway bridge.
When the foresters fell the spruce and larch woods, they leave the pines…
…and the deciduous trees…
…so there is still plenty for the walker to enjoy.
The light had faded by the time that I got home and I settled down to a crossword and looking through my pictures.
There is no flying bird of the day today, just a small perching chaffinch.
For those who are interested, Wikipedia has an article on hair ice here.