Today’s guest picture shows that Tony’s yesterday morning’s snow in East Wemyss didn’t last very long. By the afternoon it had all been washed away by rain.
We got a much better day here than yesterday and we were duly grateful. Even so, in spite of some sunshine, I didn’t rush out because it was still pretty chilly. It wasn’t until I had had coffee and a fortifying slice of bread and marmalade that I finally got my bike out and faced up to the fresh air. It was quite fresh at about 5 to 6°C
As I went to get my cycling clothes on, I spotted a robin enjoying the sunshine on Mrs Tootlepedal’s fake tree.
I almost didn’t go as the weather gods had a little laugh at me, and produced a sharp shower of rain out of that sunny sky just as I was getting changed. I doubled checked the forecast and decided that this was just a blip, and set off to cycle up the main road north out of the town ,with the intention of being blown home by a helpful wind.
The route looked welcoming….
…although I could see some clouds at the top of the valley. These were nine miles away and I thought that they would probably have been blown away by the time that I got there.
I passed a very sunny hawthorn tree a couple of miles later…
…but on the other side of the road, things were looking a bit more wintery.
It all depended on whihc way I looked. This way was fine.
But looking ahead was different. As it happened, instead of blowing away, those clouds at the top of the valley came towards me in a threatening manner and after going another couple of miles, I turned round and prudently headed for home. Being cold is not too bad and being wet can be tolerated, but being cold and wet is no fun at all.
Looking back, this seemed like a good idea as the clouds were getting ever blacker and I was being pursued by half a rainbow.
Scientifically minded readers will know that where there is a rainbow, there is rain and I pedalled as fast as I could back down the road to keep ahead of it.
Downhill with the wind behind me, this worked very well, and when I got back to Langholm, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. Feeling optimistic, I headed off up the Wauchope road in sunny conditions. All went well for a couple of miles and then, in spite of still being in the sun, I could feel a light sprinkling of rain.
When I stopped and looked back, I found that the rainbow was still pursuing me.
And although once again I pedalled as fast as I could (not very fast admittedly), the rainbow followed me up the road. This was seven minutes later…
…and this was five minutes after that.
My camera was getting wetter and I was obviously not going to outrun the rain since I was going up hill this time.
I took the hint and turned off towards the Kerr Wood. Behind me, I could see that my sudden manoeuvre had fooled the rain. It was continuing up the Wauchope road, leaving me in the sunshine with only half a rainbow now.
Looking back towards Langholm, all things were bright and beautiful.
I did think about pedalling on and doing a short circular route over the hill and down into Eskdale, but when I looked ahead, there were black clouds behind my favourite tree…
…and when I got to the top of the hill and looked down, the prospects were decidedly mixed…
…and once again, I let prudence be my watchword, and cycled only to the end of this straight…
…before turning back and going home in the sunshine while the going was good.
I passed a sunbathing bull on my way.
This time, the going stayed good and I got home after 23 very enjoyable and interesting miles. Mrs Tootlepedal kindly made me a cup of tea when I got in.
I had managed to get my cycle ride in early enough for there still to be enough light to watch the birds after my cup of tea.
A collared dove was supervising the smaller birds from above…
…and the robin had made a reappearance along with a blue tit, both using Mrs Tootlepedal’s garden stakes as a perch.
On the feeder itself, a chaffinch and a goldfinch showed contrasting methods of coping with the sunflower seeds.
Traffic was not brisk, but I could always enjoy the low winter sunshine on the walnut tree….
…until another bird came along…
…or two other birds.
In the end, I left the birds to it and went and had a shower.
Mrs Tootlepedal cooked a very tasty evening meal and we rounded off the day by following Strictly and enjoying the dancing, if not the spelling, of HRVY. He is a very graceful mover and a pleasure to watch.
In spite of the sunshine, I didn’t manage to get a good flying bird of the day shot and I apologise for this rather grey chaffinch on what should have been a good FBotD day.