Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent, Venetia. She was checking out a potential walk route when she came across this charming bridge and kindly thought of my fondness for bridge portraits. The bridge spans the Brue, canalised in the 13th century.
We had another depressingly unphotogenic day here today. It didn’t rain all day but once it had started, it didn’t stop and a very strong wind made going out unattractive even when it wasn’t raining.
I have learned from experience that if you are going to catch a train to Edinburgh from Lockerbie, it may well pay to check the rail company’s on-line information to see if the train is running late or even if it is running at all.
I was intending to visit Edinburgh in the afternoon to enjoy the light show that the Botanical Gardens there puts on in company with Matilda and her father so a check was in order.
I discovered that an earlier train had been cancelled but was pleased to find that mine was running and was due to be more or less on time. Luckily, I delved a bit further and found that although my up train was there, the train I would need to catch to get back had been completely cancelled. The next train would be two hours later and would lead to me getting home near midnight. As the alternative would involve ninety miles of driving to Tweedbank in very poor weather conditions, I rang Alistair up and told him that Matilda and he would have to have illuminated fun without me. He was sad but understood. He added that the weather in Edinburgh was not too bad.
With nothing better to do, I checked on the birds and was pleased to find that a small gang of goldfinches had turned up.
The feeder was less than half full…
…and a bit of a queue had formed…
…so I wen t out and filled the feeder and put out some fat balls too.
I went back in and readied the camera for a charming collection of avian action shots.
I didn’t see another bird all day.
This may have been because the wind was getting even stronger and when I looked out of the back door at lunch time, I could see smoke from a neighbour’s chimney being blown horizontally off the top of the stack.
I couldn’t see any of our hills at all.
Still, I was getting a bit fidgety and when I checked again after lunch and found that it was only raining lightly, I did a full John and went for a walk.
It was gloomy and the wind gave me a few vigorous buffets as I walked up the hill towards the Becks track. It wasn’t a very promising day….
…and it promptly got worse as it began to rain malevolently. It stayed that way until the end of my two mile walk. I was well waterproofed so I was comfortable enough but my new camera stayed safely in pocket except for one moment when I was well sheltered by an overhanging bank…
…but to be honest, I was more concerned with getting home than taking pictures anyway.
When I did get home, Mrs Tootlepedal told me that our son had rung up to say that the bad weather had reached Edinburgh and the Botanical Gardens had cancelled the illuminating event so the decision not to drive 90 miles through tempest, storm and flood began to look like one of my better ones.
We are hoping that we may get to go next week instead (weather permitting)
I put some of the newspaper index into the Langholm Archive Group database while my trouser cuffs dried off.
The reason that I was going to Edinburgh by myself was that Mrs Tootlepedal’s community land purchase group had arranged a public consultation meeting for this evening. She went off worrying as to whether anyone would come out to be consulted in such vile weather. As she has not come back by the time that I write this though, I can only assume that people did turn up. I hope so because an immense amount of work has been done by the group.
I nearly got a flying bird before the goldfinches went off when I filled the feeder.