Today’s guest picture comes from East Wemyss where it seems that the sun shines frequently. Our son Tony got a new camera for Christmas and sent me this picture to show that it is working well.
There was a complete lack of sun here today and after singing in the church choir and having an early lunch, I went for a short walk which proved the point.
When I started my walk the clouds had almost covered the town completely and as I walked on the clouds got lower…
…so if I hadn’t had the flash on my camera, I would have been pushed to record anything much as I strolled along.
As it was, I could see a fine burst of lichen on a tree trunk…
…an old seed head…
…and a promise of spring to come….
…as well as some pixie cups on a post at the Auld Stane Brig…
…and a crop of curiously damp lichen on the bridge itself.
In fact there was so much lichen about that at times it seemed almost to be dripping off roadside walls.
There was enough light to see the Auld Stane Brig itself,
Considering that many of our bridges are old and most are made of stone, it is hard to work out why this bridge got the name of The Auld Stane Brig in particular when it could have been applied to so many others. Still, it is a bridge, it is old and it is made of stone so I shouldn’t grumble.
The clouds were soon back down again and the only colour of the day….
…was provided by Mrs Tootlepedal’s developing crochet blanket on the kitchen table when I got home.
I look forward to a whole colour symphony when she is finished.
Peering out of the kitchen window during over lunch, I could see that there were more birds than usual about.
They were mostly chaffinches…
…both male and female…
…but sparrows and goldfinches put in an appearance too.
I didn’t have long for my walk or any bird watching as we had to go off to Carlisle for the first meeting of the year with the Carlisle Community Choir. By this time, the clouds had really hit rock bottom and we needed both front and rear fog lights on the car to get us safely to the meeting.
We began work straight away on songs that we will take to a competition in Manchester in March and I will need to start learning my part off by heart as it takes me a long time to get songs to stick in my memory.
As I write this post in the evening, the clouds are still pressing down on the town and the air is full of the plaintive cries of pink footed geese as they circle overhead. I hope that they finally find a safe landing.
In spite of the gloom, I did find a flying chaffinch of the day today.