Today’s guest picture is another Bermuda view from Joyce. She tells me that this is the causeway to St George at dawn.
The forecast for today was not promising but after a very heavy shower overnight with added hail, it was quite a decent day when we got up, and there were none of the threatened icy patches as I walked up to the town after breakfast to do some archiving business.
As I walked back, a buzzing in the sky made me look back towards Whita and I could that the helicopter, which Ada had seen on the ground yesterday, had taken to the air today. I couldn’t work out what it was carrying though.
When I got home, I met Riley, suitably clad for possible rain, just about to take our neighbour Liz out for a walk.
I went in and had coffee with Mrs Tootlepedal and did an easy crossword. An ice bun may well have mysteriously disappeared during this process.
Then I went for a walk myself. The forecast offered a twenty percent chance of rain and I hadn’t gone far before I got 100% of a sharp fall of sleet followed by some quite fierce hail. Luckily I had my new coat on and was well armoured against the slings and arrows of outrageous weather.
And fortunately, the shower exhausted itself quite quickly and I could soon see signs of sunshine.
I crossed the Becks Burn and followed the road down to the Auld Stane Brig, which I crossed when I came to it…
…and then walked up the track onto the hill on the other side of the Wauchope Water and enjoyed a tree as I went.
Although our local hills were snow free, the higher hills further up the valley were showing a light covering.
But if you picked the right direction to look, it was a very nice day by now (especially if you were wearing a warm coat).
Looking back at the track that I had followed below the fields on the opposite side of the valley, it was hard to believe that I had been in a hailstorm not long before.
I enjoyed a bit of lichen on a boulder…
…and the view up the Esk Valley…
…and was just about to head down hill to the town when that buzzing was audible again.
The helicopter was back at work.
It was carrying a big bucket but behind it on the ground, I could see that what it had been carrying when I saw it in the morning, the ubiquitous portable loo for the convenience of the pylon workers.
It delivered its bucket load and headed back.
I could see the pylon on which the work is being done. It stands beside the sixth green on the golf course and Dropscone is forbidden to play while the helicopter is at work.
It returned remarkably soon with another load…
…and I stood watching on the hillside while it made several trips.
When it was away getting a fresh load, I looked around.
I was using my Lumix which has a very good zoom lens to take the helicopter pictures and I pulled back to show you just how far away I was.
You can see the pylon on top corner of the golf course directly below the monument. Considering that I was holding the camera in a rather cold hand with no support, it is evident that the Lumix is a wonderful camera for wandering photographer.
A look at the map tells me that I was about 0.8 of a mile away. I walked down the hill a bit and rested the camera on a walks direction post to get as good a close up of the helicopter as I could. This let me see that it very fairly calls itself a “Skyhook”.
I had a late lunch when I got home and then, as the weather still seemed pretty good, I got out my bicycle and pedalled eleven miles at a slow pace with so many clothes on that I found it hard to move my legs at all as in spite of the sunshine, the windchill made the temperature a virtual one degree C.
The busy day continued when I got home with first a visit from Mike Tinker and his finely honed tea radar and then the arrival of my flute pupil, Luke with his flute.
After Luke had gone, there was just time for some brisket of beef with nourishing vegetables, expertly cooked by Mrs Tootlepedal, for my tea and then it was time for the January Camera Club meeting.
We had a new member and enough old members to make for a good meeting with a fine selection of photographs from both home and abroad to entertain us until the tea break. After that we settled down to watch a very well put together audio visual presentation of his holiday in Thailand which Sandy had prepared. That rounded off an enjoyable meeting and a pretty full day.
It was so full indeed that I had no time for bird watching and so the snowdrops beside the dam are taking the place of any flying bird of the day.