Today’s guest picture comes from Sharon, mother of Luke my flute playing friend. She took this beautiful view of the Nith estuary from Glencaple near Dumfries.
It was a two choir day as usual on a Sunday and I had a thoroughly enjoyable time. In church we sang several hymns with satisfying bass lines and then we had a short practice afterwards with promises of more enjoyable singing to come.
I found a coal tit in the plum tree when we got back.
It was a pleasantly sunny, pretty still morning so with the temperature at 4°C, I set out after coffee and a ginger biscuit to see whether a short walk would make my foot feel better or worse. On the whole, it made it feel better.
I looked at moss while I was pootling along pondering on medical matters. There is rarely any shortage of moss to look at round here.
There was moss steadily colonising a wall, reaching up from below to meet another patch reaching down from above….
…there were various mosses massed in a mound on top of the wall further along…
…and still further along, more moss stretching out fingers to grab new territory…
…and among the trees, a mini forest of moss…
…as well as moss mixing with peltgera lichen on a wall…
…and pincushion moss sharing space with more lichen.
My route took me along Gaskell’s Walk and it was as nice a walk as you could hope for though I thought that one walker whom I passed going in the opposite direction and who remarked that it was like spring, was getting a bit ahead of herself.
I looked around and saw colourful fungus on the end of a fallen branch…
…and any amount of rosebay willowherb lined the track.
The track was largely in shadow but as I came to the last hill before the Stubholm, the sun was catching the electricity poles that carry the power down into the New Town.
They may not be the most beautiful of structures but they do bring a lot of brightness into our lives, literally and metaphorically so I am always happy to see them even if they do spoil a view every now and again.
It was a grand day and I was sorry not to have the time or legs to walk further…
…but after a couple more stops to note eye catching sights….
…and a final nod to the world of moss….
…I made my way home.
In the garden, the hellebores are beginning to show a bit of colour..
Inside the house, a pot of soup was bubbling on the cooker, showing that Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy while I was out.
I had time to eat some soup, watch a pair of restful goldfinches nibble on the sunflower seed…
…while some chaffinches get a lot more excited about the situation…..
…and then it was time to head for Carlisle and the community choir practice.
The sunshine had gone by this time and it was grey and chilly by the time we got to the church where we meet.
The practice itself was very satisfactory as a reorganisation of the tenors meant that rather than sitting on the end of a pew not being able to hear the rest of the section, this week I had a strong singer beside me and more behind. Together with the work that I have done at home over the past two weeks, this meant that I was able to sing with much more confidence and relaxation than previously. I hope that we keep this new set up.
We got home safely, had the last portions of Mrs Tootlepedal’s vegetarian casserole and settled down to enjoy Les Miserables (as far as the subject matter permits of any enjoyment).
A chaffinch as flying bird of the day rounded off a day definitely entered on the credit side of the great ledger of life.