Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone’s recent Highland tour. He and his daughter came upon an art deco tidal swimming pool near Banff. They didn’t go for a dip though as it was closed. Money is being found for repairs so maybe next time?
I woke to a heavy cold and some heavy rain to go with it. The rain suited the situation perfectly and I was easily able to while away the hours until the rain stopped by hanging around and feeling sorry for myself.
As the weather improved, I felt better and I was able to potter round the garden just before lunch and admire the sedum, Rosy Cheeks and a clematis in the colourful section…
…and Japanese anemones, feverfew and the phinal phlox of the season in the white goods department.
The undoubted champion of surviving the rain was the fuchsia under the walnut tree.
Talking of walnuts, I was able to pick up half a dozen more walnuts and Mrs Tootlepedal had them as part of her lunch menu.
A chaffinch visited the plum tree and the picture shows that it won’t be long before the leaves have fallen.
The holly leaves will not fall (we hope) and will continue to provide shelter for starlings and a place for them to perch as well.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal suggested that we might drive up onto the Langholm Moor so that she could collect some bracken to lay on her vegetable beds over the winter.
I had recovered enough to welcome a little outing and the weather had recovered from the morning rain too, so we were able to enjoy the view up the Ewes Valley…
…and over the moor, when we had got past the White Yett. The moor is brown as you can see and there was plenty of bracken to collect…
….but once we had filled the boot of the car, we crossed the Tarras water and went up the hill on the other side. The little burn that chatters down the hill beside the road there was well worth stopping for.
The rain meant that there was plenty of water flowing over the many steps as it comes down the hill…
…and the underlying peat gave the water a rich colour.
Although it is only a miniature landscape, it is one of my favourite spots…
…especially as I like cascades. I liked this one so much…
…that I took two pictures of it.
We were hoping to see some goats as we drove back over the Tarras bridge…
…but on this occasion, all our goats were sheep so we ignored them and headed home.
Where I found a butterfly.
Why they are avoiding the sedums is a mystery.
I made baked eggs in spinach with a cheese sauce for our tea and then we walked along the road to the Buccleuch Centre to see a screening of a live recording of a celebration of Placido Domingo’s 50 years of performing at the Arena in Verona.
I had seen a performance of Nabucco at Verona in 1962 (I think) so I was interested to see the arena again. By coincidence, the all Verdi programme tonight started with a selection from Nabucco. The staging was very well done, including a chorus of what looked liked hundreds singing the famous Va Pensiero. In the first half, the Nabucco selection was followed by a bit of Macbeth, so although there was some outstanding singing, there weren’t many laughs.
The second half was devoted to Simon Boccanegro, an opera that I have never seen. Judging by the excerpts, it looks as though I have been missing a good thing. It had some wonderful ensemble singing and a touching finale.
I have said it before but I will say it again, the Buccleuch Centre is a real asset to the town. The fact that we can wander down the street and see great venues and hear fantastic singing on our doorstep for a very moderate fee is a privilege that we really appreciate.
I was too quick for yesterday’s flying starling of the day, but I was too slow for today’s. I will try to get it right tomorrow.