Today’s guest picture comes from Stephen, my sister Susan’s friend. He used to live in New Zealand but has moved to Sydney in Australia where he sees a lot of ibis on his way to the gym.
We had another dry day here but there was a cold wind blowing which made it feel far from springlike if you were out and about.
The tulips took the view that staying tucked up was the best policy.
I had a quiet morning in and even when the sun came out, it was quite cold enough to make me happy to be looking out of the window.
Some goldfinches were concentrating hard on getting lined up correctly for landing…
…while others were trying to get a perch freed up.
I made some soup for lunch and when Mrs Tootlepedal went off for an embroiderers’ Guild meeting, I thought about a short cycle ride but it was grey and the wind was very mean so I settled for a woolly hat and gloves and went for a short walk instead.
My feet were a bit sore and it was so cold that I almost gave up before I had gone half a mile, but a cheerful bank of daffodils in the park kept me going…
..and I soon found myself going along the riverside path among a blanket of wild garlic. The bench in the picture above will be not for the faint of nose soon.
I could see the garlic buds among the leaves and there were other subdued signs of spring too.
There was a bit of colour here and there but it was cold enough for the script lichen to be obvious.
I plodded on towards Murtholm farm and Skippers Bridge and was rewarded when rather unexpectedly, the sun came out, showing up the yellow algae on a concrete fence post beside the road at Skippers. It looks as though it should be slimy from a distance but it turns out to be quite fluffy when you look closely.
I saw the algae when I was climbing over the low fence on my way down to the river bank to enjoy one of my favourite views.
The little ripple just above the bridge was looking charming with the water level being as low as it is at the moment.
I crossed the road beside the river and climbed up the steps that lead to the old railway and walked along the track below the embankment…
…until I got to the gate that leads onto the hill. It was a completely different day by now and as I was sheltered from the malignant breeze, I was very happy that I had kept going.
I walked up to the Round House, originally built as a gazebo by a local landowner so that he could enjoy…
…this view of the town and the surrounding hills.
From the Round House, I took the track back to the town….
…and fell in with three cheery fellows from Hawick who had caught the bus to Langholm and walked nine miles round the back of Whita Hill. They were pleased to be out of the wind too and looking forward to catching the bus back home.
The Embroiderers’ Guild members were still meeting as I walked past the Day Centre. I like their banner which is there to attract any passing needlewomen who might like to drop in.
The lonesome gull, who stands on the rock in the river between the bridges, had found a friend.
My pocket camera has more menu items than I can possible ever use but I noticed one that offered settings for ‘Sparkling Water’. There was a river with water and some sunshine so I tried it out.
This was the result.
I don’t know how the camera got that effect and I am amazed that some software engineer thought it was worthwhile to write the code to make the camera do it. It looks like an ad for toothpaste.
I put the camera back on more normal settings and took a picture of the daffodils beside the Wauchope Water along Caroline Street.
They are just beginning to go over so I thought I ought to record them before they are gone.
When I got back to the garden, the sun had been warm enough to persuade some of the tulips to unbutton a bit…
…but it was still pretty chilly so I didn’t do any gardening but went into to watch the Melrose Sevens on the telly.
Mrs Tootlepedal returned and joined me in watching the rugby until it was tea time.
As the evening coincided with the third round of the Masters Golf from Augusta, which is worth watching for the fine grass and lovely flowers alone, the day ended very quietly.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch, caught in a sunny interval in the morning.
The forecast says that it is going to be frosty both tonight and tomorrow night and then it may get warmer. The tulips and I both think that that would be a good thing.