Today’s guest picture is another from Tony on a walk in East Wemyss, the land of eternal sunshine.
Our weather got warmer today but there was not a hint of sunshine here as Mrs Tootlepedal and I cycled to church to hear our potential new minister preach a sermon before the congregation voted on whether to accept his nomination for the position.
There was a good turnout and the choir was in the middle of singing an anthem when the lights suddenly went out. We battled on gamely, peering at the music in the ecclesiastical gloom but it was all in vain because a few seconds later the organ gave up as its wind ran out with a sigh.
With great presence of mind, our organist zipped downstairs from the gallery and accompanied the last hymn of the service from a handy upright piano near the lectern.
Was it an omen? We don’t know because the queue of church members to vote was so long that we had to leave long before the result was announced.
We got home in time for a cup of coffee before taking my stepmother Patricia for a final walk before she caught the train home.
Although it hasn’t rained a lot lately, the lack of sun has meant that things are generally rather damp and we had to mind our heads when walking under dangling conifer branches.
We walked up the river to the Duchess Bridge…
…where Patricia and Mrs Tootlepedal paused to check on the river below.
We crossed the bridge and I noted a very pale fungus beside the Lodge Walks…
…down which we walked towards the Sawmill Brig…
…noting a late leafy tree…
…and a profusion of bright red berries at the gate…
…before we got to the bridge and leaned over it in the hope of seeing a dipper or two.
There were no dippers to be seen today so I took a picture, staring straight down at the water below, of a sapling growing out of the cutwater of the bridge.
We introduced Patricia to Mr Grumpy who was standing on one leg today…
…and noted a rook who was taking advantage of the free parking provided by our local authority on the Kilngreen.
Looking down the High Street as we got to the Town Bridge, we could see the fine Christmas tree, freshly installed in front of the Town Hall.
As you can see from the Town hall clock, it was nearly one o’clock and we had time for a bowl of Mrs Tootlepedal’s leek and potato soup before driving off to Carlisle where we put Patricia on to the London train and then, having waved her goodbye, we went on to a practice with the Carlisle Community choir.
We worked hard at the practice as we have a concert in two weeks and by the time that we got home, we were ready for a sit down. It has been a couple of busy weeks.
I didn’t have a chance to catch a flying bird at the feeder today so a rook making use of a bench on the Kilngreen is standing in for the flying bird of the day.