Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce who was out walking his dogs this morning.
Bruce took his photograph at half past eleven this morning when, as you can see, it was misty on the Castleholm.
I had looked out of the window after breakfast and only seen sunshine and frost but when I went outside, I could see mist on the hills so I thought that this would be a good moment to rush up the hill (in a car) and see if I could look down from above to get some “sea of mist” shots.
It was before ten when I left and it was quite misty as I drove over the bridge on my to the White Yett so my hopes were high. Sadly, my optimism went down in inverse ratio to the height I gained as I went up the hill and when I got to the car park, it was apparent that I had left things too late.
I left the car and walked up the track to the monument, looking down as I went. There was only a trickle of mist running along the very bottom of the Ewes valley…
…and not much more running along the length of the Esk.
There were places where the mist was a bit thicker…
It was beautiful day though and the views were lovely so I wasn’t as unhappy about the lack of mist as I might have been.
I should have got out earlier because the mist had risen up and was now sitting in an impressive line along the top of the hills along the Ewes valley.
As I walked, the clouds lifted a bit more and across the town, I could see the wind turbines, which had been in the clouds in previous pictures, quite clearly now.
The sharp eyed reader may notice something beside the left hand turbine tower in the shot above. A closer examination shows that it is one of those machines with a lifting platform reaching up to a blade.
When I got to the summit, I walked a few yards past the monument and looked over the wall into a misty England.
Turning round, and looking the other way, all was clear as crystal.
I was happy to see a very decorative patch of lichen enjoying life at 1000 ft above sea level.
Although I hadn’t seen as much mist as I would have liked, it was a delightful short walk and the sun took the edge off a sub zero temperature as I walked back down to the car…
…and made everything look very cheerful.
The mist really was very local, lying close to the rivers and very low, as you can see from this picture which I took when I was almost back down the hill and into the town…
…and it was still there when Bruce was walking his dogs an hour later (assuming the clock on his camera is set correctly.)
I made a pot of coffee and had a cup with Mrs Tootlepedal when I got home and I was pleased to warm my hands up after exposing my shutter finger to the chilly breeze on the hill.
Fortified by the coffee, I had a look at the birds. There were a lot about today, the most this winter so far.
Goldfinches arrived with and without the use of wings…
…and jackdaws looked on disapprovingly as usual.
The robin took a more quizzical view…
…and a green finch showed that it too could manage without any wing flapping.
I waited in for a delivery of hand made soap after lunch and then went for a short walk. After the brilliantly sunny morning, the afternoon was a disappointment, being very grey and gloomy, so taking pictures was hard work.
A pheasant at the lodge was bright enough to show off its exotic colours…
…and I saw two lots of fungus, the first a crop looking so like a heap of fallen leaves that I almost passed it by without noticing it…
…and the second gleaming brightly on a tree branch.
It wasn’t as cold as when the sun had been out in the morning but it wasn’t really a great time for a photographic walk so I pressed on home, taking a final picture suitable to the conditions.
Darkness fell soon after I got home. Following a recommendation from Sandy, we have started to watch the BBC adaptation of His Dark Materials on the i-player and this was a perfect opportunity to take in three episodes before we had our evening meal. It is very gripping.
Checking on the train company showed that they had managed to run more of their trains today than yesterday, so we are hoping that this improvement will continue tomorrow and we will be able to find a train to go to Edinburgh to see Matilda.
The flying bird of the day is a gull which flew over my head as I walked along th Kilngreen this afternoon.