Today’s guest picture is another from my brother Andrew’s visit to Kedlestone Hall. Looking over the reflective bridge, he could see the hall itself, as this very fine picture shows.
We woke to a rather gloomy, occasionally rainy morning but we were able to cycle to church to sing with the choir, although once again, the bike seat needed drying carefully before I could cycle home after the service.
When I got home, I made a venison stew for the slow cooker and then drove off to our local recycling point to get rid of a small mountain of paper and do a little shopping. The weather had taken a turn for the better while I was cooking but by the time that I got back home after shopping, it had started to drizzle again, so I gave up any thought of going for a walk and mooched around drinking coffee and occasionally looking out of the window.
There was quite a bit of traffic out there to catch the eye.
A blue tit….
…and a chaffinch all tried the seeds.
It didn’t rain much and I had time for a walk round the garden where I saw the autumn colours of a self seeded rowan tree that is growing near the new bench…
…and a selection of good looking black and white berries with some rather tired flowers.
After lunch, we went off to Carlisle to sing with the Community choir. After the fun of last weekend in Glasgow, it was back to the serious business of singing Christmas songs for our forthcoming concert today. A potential new tenor had come to try out the choir but at the end of the practice, he told me that he wasn’t coming back as he couldn’t stand all this gloomy Christmas music.
Perhaps it was the way that we were singing them.
After the practice, we scuttled back home and I picked up my camera and walked back to the Langholm Bridge.
A group of enterprising people with the good of the town at heart have raised funds and organised a bonfire and firework display. I could see that the bonfire was well alight by the time that I got to the bridge….
…and I walked onward to the Kilngreen to enjoy a closer view. It was an impressive sight.
A good crowd had assemble to enjoy the fun.
Someone told that when the pipe band had led the procession to the bonfire up the High Street to the Kilngreen, the High Street had been full from the bridge right back to the Town Hall.
I took his picture.
After a while, the fireworks began. At first, a modest display of cheerfully coloured but quiet illuminations set the scene…
…followed by some extravagant gestures…
…but soon things warmed up with some interesting cross fire…
…with enough smoke to make me glad to be standing upwind of the explosions.
The display had an excellent variety of effects from the traditional starbursts…
…to a loud and noisy section which painted the sky with dazzling flowers of light.
As well as big bangs and bags of sparkle, there was colour…
…and curious curly whirly things.
There were trees of light…
…and spectacular lichens.
The show seemed to go for ever, though in real life I think that it lasted for about a quarter of an hour. When it finished, the crowd gave a heartfelt round of applause to the organisers and the display designers.
If the purpose of a festival of fire at this time of year is to lift the spirits as we head into the winter months, this one certainly succeeded and I wish that I could have done it more justice with my camera. It was a thoroughgoing treat.
Venison stew with boiled potatoes and Brussels sprouts was waiting for me when I got home as Mrs Tootlepedal was not so keen on rushing out to see the fireworks as I was.
The flying bird of the day is a rather impressionistic sparrow taken at the gloomiest part of the morning.