Today’s guest picture comes from my ex colleague Marjorie who sent me this picture of a misty Schiehallion taken during her highland break over the festive season.
We woke to another chilly grey day here but the weather forecast suggested that a little sunshine might be available in the afternoon. This turned out to be one of the forecasters little jokes but it didn’t matter as we had our own little ray of sunshine today in the form of a visit from our friend Sue.
She came in time for a coffee and not only were we pleased to see her, but we were pleased to see a small flock of birds at the feeder to entertain us as we sipped and chatted.
There was a constant coming and going for a while…
…with visits from jackdaws to the fat ball feeder as well.
In order to work up an appetite for lunch, we went for a walk to the top of Whita Hill after coffee. Well, in fact, we went for a drive up to the White Yett and then walked the three quarters of mile up the easy track…
…to the summit.
The track has a fine collection of boulders with colourful lichens at the bottom….
…and an even more colourful set of lichens on the wall at the top.
I took a worm’s eye view of the lightning conductor that is embedded in one side of the monument…
…looked over the wall at the mist shrouded valleys to the south….
…and then we walked gently back down the track and admired the MacDiarmid memorial outlined against the Ewes Valley.
The memorial celebrates the life and work of Langholm’s most famous poetical son, Hugh MacDiarmid.
The sculpture is in the form of an open book and is constructed in Corten steel and bronze. Corten is a weathering steel which oxidises on the surface; it forms a protective skin and therefore requires no maintenance and to my eye, it looks thoroughly at home among the hills which MacDiarmid loved.
When we got home, Sue tried out our new bench and declared it to be very comfortable even in January.
We marvelled at the rosemary, which thanks to the protected spot that it lives in, is still in flower…
…and then we went in to a lunch of curried parsnip soup and cheese flan provided by Mrs Tootlepedal.
Sue is one of the recorder group with whom I have played for many years and after lunch, she and I played a selection of duets while Mrs Tootlepedal got on with the crochet blanket she is making.
All too soon, it was time for Sue to head for home and while Mrs Tootlepedal continued with her crochet, I made an unavailing effort to solve the Saturday prize crossword. Usually these crosswords yield to concentrated effort but today’s one has got me baffled. I shall sleep on it and try again tomorrow.
All being well, we shall see Sue again tomorrow as she sings in our Carlisle choir and it meets for the first time in 2019 tomorrow afternoon. I am looking forward to it.
There are not one but two flying birds of the day today which is cheering.