Today’s guest picture is another from Dropscone’s visit to Amsterdam.
It was another wet and windy morning here, so I was happy to continue in my peaceful resting mode while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to her monthly coffee morning with ex work colleagues.
I wasn’t left on my own though as Dropscone arrived with some extra delicious treacle scones. He had put more treacle in than usual, I think.
His golfing has been limited both by the bad weather and the helicopter trips to the pylon at the top of the golf course, but he told me that the crows are still stealing golf balls. You would think that they would have got bored with that by now.
I had seen a few siskins on the feeder before he came…
…but when he left, the birds disappeared too. I walked slowly round to our corner shop to get some milk and an eclair, and they were still absent when I got back. I didn’t see any more until the afternoon, when a small flock of siskins arrived in the walnut tree.
They were reluctant to descend to my level though…
…and it took them ten minutes to lower themselves to the feeder in any numbers.
But once they had started, they took it seriously…
…and soon we had a full house with a queue.
The rain had stopped by now, so I thought that I would test the state of my health by going for a short walk.
It was still pretty gloomy and I don’t think that the helicopter would have been visiting the pylons today, as the pylons had their heads in the low clouds.
I did see a dipper as I crossed the Langholm Bridge…
…but it lived up to its name and dipped under water and disappeared before I could get a good shot.
There were no ducks or gulls at all to be seen at the Meeting of the Waters…
…so I took a picture of the part of the Jubilee Bridge that can be seen in the winter…
…and some lichen on the parapet of the Sawmill Brig…
…and strolled up the Lodge Walks.
It wasn’t a day for photographs and I was trying to keep my head steady so I didn’t look around a lot, but when I got to Holmhead, I could hardly miss the early promise of a really good show of snowdrops to come.
There were people shooting pheasants nearby but they missed me and I walked on round the pheasant hatchery.
There were no views available.
I did have to pause for a moment on my walk but as the Duchess had kindly caused a bridge to be built at that exact spot, I had something solid to lean against, and I was soon on my way again. In the end, I put two miles in and enjoyed the fresh, if damp air.
As I had my camera in pocket when I got home, I took a quick walk round the garden.
The first daffodil is definitely out. The others are nowhere near as advanced so why this one has got so far ahead is a bit of a mystery. I haven’t taken a picture of a daffodil in flower in the garden in January very often before.
The hellebores are showing promise.
Mrs Tootlepedal had a meeting regarding the proposed community land purchase in the afternoon which took some time so I had a quiet sit down while I waited for her to return.
We had a light evening meal and then opened a bottle of economically priced fizzy wine when Mike and Alison came round. We drank a sombre toast to the future and then Alison and I played an enjoyable selection of undemanding pieces, selected carefully not to make me dizzy. They went well.
Next time Mike and Alison arrive, we will be a lonely island state at the mercy of the buffeting winds of global trade. We hope that they blow in a more friendly way than the winds that have been buffeting Langholm over recent days.
A flying chaffinch at least helped me out. This is the last united European flying bird of the day.