Today’s guest picture comes from East Wemyss where our son Tony pointed his camera right across the Firth of Forth to pick out the Bass Rock, seventeen miles away just off the East Lothian shore.
After quite a bit of noisy overnight rain, it was a relief to wake up to a dry morning here. I was a bit tired so I was happy to forgo the thought of a cycle ride in a chilly wind and take a very short walk round to the shop instead.
Sandy then came round for coffee and a biscuit. We had a good chat and enjoyed the sun when it was out. As we talked though, a line of cloud drifted by. This may have removed a little bit of heat but it provided a light show that was too good to miss so I went in and got a camera.
The show lasted longer than we expected as the clouds slipped past us in a very artistic way.
It was a pleasure to look at in real life…
…and the camera found it exciting too.
This was Sandy’s favourite moment…
…but there was a lot to choose from, as a hazy cloud higher in the sky that the rain clouds below, acted as a reflector for the sun’s rays.
I thought this dramatic moment was the best.
I am sorry to put in so many pictures of the same thing, but the weather gods may never line up this set of circumstances again. I thought that it was worth recording fully.
After coffee, I went up to the town to collect a prescription from the chemist and passed our resident long standing gull on the way.
I had to admire the zeal with which the shrubs along the river bank at the Kirk Brig had been given crew cuts.
A gnarly crossword helped to fill in the rest of the morning.
After lunch, I had a look at the birds and saw a blue tit nearly knocked off its perch by the sheer force of a chaffinch approaching. It just hung on.
The favoured side of the feeder varied as time went by.
There was a certain amount of off feeder posing going on.
As always, actually hitting the spot when landing on a feeder on a windy day took concentration…
…a lot of concentration.
I left the birds to it….
…and went for a walk.
I had a choice of routes…
…but took none of them, heading up through the Kernigal wood instead, enjoying the trees and the views, both on the way up…
…and the way back down towards the river at Skippers Bridge.
There were trees still with leaves…
…and there was fungus on the ground and lichen on a wall…
When I got down to the river, I didn’t go straight back home but made a short diversion along the river bank path….
…where I got a different view of my favourite bridge.
I had ordered a new phone and I had to get home before it was delivered as they said that proof of identity would be required, so after my diversion, I headed back without stopping for more pictures. Of course, when the phone was delivered, there was no call for any proof of identity but as the deliveryman knew very well who I was, perhaps that was understandable.
Mrs Tootlepedal had had a busy day. She had put another slab in place in her drive project, and spent a good deal of time writing up the minutes of her meeting yesterday so we were both happy to relax as the light faded and let another day slip into history, broken only by a sibling Zoom meeting and a second helping of the excellent slow cooked lamb stew.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow.