Today’s guest picture is another from Gunta, who sent me this charming photo of snowy plovers resting in horse hoofprints on a beach.
We had a day with plenty of birds about and some dry and occasionally sunny weather…
…which came with the first sign of snow of the year when I looked out of an upstairs window.
As it was our day to go to Edinburgh and the recent timetable changes require us to leave home shortly after coffee, I had no time to explore the snow and stuck to a quick tour of the garden where I saw the winter jasmine and..
…that first daffodil bud that Mrs Tootlepedal had noticed yesterday..
I noticed that there were quite a few blackbirds about too but they were shy and I only just caught this one before it disappeared.
A jackdaw hung about for a bit longer.
By the time that we got to Lockerbie Station, the sky was blue…
…but a pile of snow on the platform bore witness to a heavy shower of sleet earlier in the day…
…and there was plenty more snow to be seen when the train got into the hills.
We had had time to admire the pile of snow on the platform before we left as the train was quarter of an hour late. However, it bustled up the line and got to Edinburgh only a few minutes behind schedule.
We popped across the road from the station and enjoyed a light lunch in an art gallery cafe and, having lunched, we enjoyed three free exhibitions in the gallery itself. The best of the the three was of the work of Mary Cameron. She was quite unknown to us but we really enjoyed her work and felt that we should have known about her earlier.
She had a wonderful range of subjects in the exhibition, including such a harrowing picture of horses after a bull fight that the French government made a postcard of it which it then used in its public campaign to discourage bull fighting in France.
We went back across the station to do a little shopping and catch the bus to Matilda’s.
The station was busy and we watched the London train roll into the platform to pick up passengers for the trip south.
Matilda was in good form and we were joined by her other grandparents and her aunt and cousin for our evening meal. Alistair cooked a delicious feast, this time a lentil and dahl, and we all tucked in.
After the meal, we caught the bus back to the station. Knowing the railway comany’s unreliable habits, I had carefully checked that the incoming service from Lockerbie was running and would arrive in time to take us back to Lockerbie. We were pleased to see it roll into the platform as we got to the station.
To say that we were therefore a bit stunned to see on the departure board that our train south had been cancelled is a bit of an understatement.
It turned out, as far as anyone could tell, that they were going to keep this train to act as the next train two hours later and if we wanted to get to Lockerbie meanwhile, there was a bus waiting outside the station to take us there.
We took the bus. And arrived at Lockerbie an hour behind schedule which is why this post is hurried, I haven’t answered yesterday’s comments and I am not going to read any posts tonight. I will try to make up for these omissions tomorrow.
On the plus side, the bus was remarkably smooth and comfortable, the driver competent and cheerful and motorway traffic light, so the actual bus journey, though long, was not too bad at all.
I took a flying goldfinch picture which didn’t come through the editor quite as it should have, but I liked it all the same so it has sneaked in…
…but the official flying bird of the day is this chaffinch.