Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew. He has been able to extend his walking range a bit, and came to this charming bridge today.
We had a low sort of day here. It was grey and windy, neither Mrs T or I were feeling at our peak and the whole morning was the epitome of ‘nothing doing’ as a result.
Except for the birds.
They were hugely busy all day and I had to refill the feeder twice.
In fact there were so many birds at times that it was hard to take pictures of birds because birds kept on getting the way.
There were often twenty or thirty birds around the feeder, and at times a lot of them were goldfinches.
A couple of female chaffinches had the right idea and concentrated on seed eating while others flew this way and that.
There were one or two quieter moments.
My knee had survived yesterday’s bike ride, and after lunch I would have gone out for a ride again today as it wasn’t raining, but the wind was far too strong. It didn’t seem sensible to subject my knee to a punishing battle with the elements.
Instead I made some more crackers. Once again, I found that I haven’t quite got the cracker technique perfected, but about half the results were crisp enough to pass muster and all of them will be eaten. Better rolling out and a slightly longer cooking time will be on the menu at my next attempt.
I got bored of being inside in the end, and went out for a walk, seeking a sheltered route where I could.
I was following a well used route so I didn’t take many pictures, as I have taken them all before many times (and the light was poor).
All the same, I can’t walk past the quarter of a mile long wall up the hill to Broomholm without taking a picture or two. It would be against human nature to do that.
As the views were dull today…
I stuck to small things.
After being set back by the long frosty spell, the gorse is starting to warm up again.
It was about the only colour around apart from green and brown that I saw on my walk, but I did see a flock of birds in a field.
They were too far away for a good picture but I think that they are fieldfares, seasonal visitors to our area.
I walked back to Langholm though the oak and birch woods but kept my camera in my pocket until I came across a flourishing honeysuckle quite near the end of the track.
This was a cheerful sight, as were the daffodils beside the main road at the toll bar.
I walked down to the river for the last part of my stroll and was rewarded by seeing a male goosander, the oystercatchers, and two dippers, one each side of the Kirk Brig.
The walk ended up as just shy of five miles and my knee took it without complaint. However, I have received a memo from the knee department in the course of writing this post asking me not to push my luck tomorrow.
We had trout for tea, and that rounded off a very subdued day. We are offered sunshine and showers for tomorrow. Let us hope that there isx more sun than rain.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.