Today’s guest picture is another from Mary Jo. This one is from Manitoba and shows a tree that took to autumn in stages.
We were greeted by frosty weather when we got up today, but once again it was dry so we weren’t complaining too much. It was too cold for cycling and I was very happy to welcome Dropscone for coffee and scones. He had been away for a golfing weekend having received a bargain offer from a hotel chain that was too good to resist.
When he left, I spent a little time watching the birds. Once again,there were plenty to watch, especially goldfinches.
In fact the number of goldfinches led to some slight altercations.
I managed to while away the rest of the morning until midday without doing anything of note but then I thought that in spite of still being pretty chilly, it might be the time to take my new camera out for a walk. It was rather grey but the camera was able to recognise one old friend on the near side of the river…
…though the gloomy conditions were almost too much for it when it came to a goosander on the far side of the Esk.
It had no trouble at all with another old friend once I had crossed the river by the Town Bridge.
I crossed the Sawmill Brig and took the upper track to the North Lodge.
The leaves are in three minds about autumn. These ones on a beech hedge are only just turning…
…while a hundred yards or so further along my walk, there were only a few left on the trees.
I interrupted a sheep having its lunch while I was on this section of track.
I noticed that the light seemed to be getting better and as I walked on, the sun came out. The effect was quite magical.
It wasn’t just the leaves that were affected by the sun. When I got to the North Lodge, where had intended to turn and head for home, the splendid view up the valley and a bit of warmth on my back persuaded me to give my feet a good test and I continued up the Longfauld track.
Not long ago, this track was lined with tall conifers on both sides and there were no views. Now the felling of the woods has transformed the walk and there are fine views to be had…
…and the track is light and airy.
The track follows the east bank of the Esk and I could look across the river and see the road that I would take on my way home on the other side.
At the end of the track, kindly people, foreseeing the needs of elderly walkers, have placed a handy bench upon which I paused for a while…
…before following the road downhill…
…to the river which I crossed by Potholm Bridge.
There was very little wind and it felt pleasantly warm in the sunshine as I ambled along the road, admiring trees as I went.
The trees came in small and neat…
…and bigger and untidy.
I liked both.
By the time that I had got to the end of the road, the sun had sunk behind the hill even though it was still early afternoon, so I kept my camera in my pocket for the most part of the last mile of my walk.
I did take it out for the door in a wall. Time has passed this door by…
…and so did I.
There is now a convenient gap in the wall a few yards further on and I used this to gain access to the woodland path that took me back to Langholm.
My last picture is of one of the many little culverts which help to keep the paths round here in good condition for walkers.
I got home in a very contented frame of mind. Both the camera and my feet had behaved well. I had walked about five and a half miles, my longest distance for some months.
Mrs Tootlepedal had a busy day with a business meeting over lunch followed by a visit to the hairdresser. She got home again in time to welcome our friends Mike and Alison for a cup to tea to celebrate their return from several weeks visiting family in New Zealand.
They were still recovering from jet lag but we had a good conversation about their travels.
I hope to be able to recommence playing Friday evening sonatas with Alison soon.
In the evening, I went off to sing with the Langholm choir. I enjoyed that too so all in all, it has been a very good day.
The flying bird of the day is a horizontal goldfinch emerging from behind a plant.