Today’s guest picture shows some fine flying birds. They are officially sanctioned street art in Derby, and were captured by my brother Andrew.
After yesterday’s uncharacteristically sunny day, the weather gods reverted to type and produced a grey, windy, and wet morning here. On the other hand it was very warm for the time of year.
We were in no hurry to get out and about, and I waited until after coffee with Margaret before I cycled round to the corner shop, grateful that the rain had stopped for a while.
I had a look at the bird feeder after lunch and found a goldfinch who looked as fed up with the weather as I was.
After a calm moment . . .
. . . things got much busier . . .
. . . and a goldfinch flew round in circles trying to find a spare perch.
I’m going for a guided walk over the moor on Saturday, so I thought it would be a good idea to give my legs a bit of practice by having a walk today. I studied the forecast with considerable interest. It said it was going to rain very heavily all afternoon. However, when I looked at the cloud map, it seemed as though Langholm might be on the very bottom edge of the rain area, so I thought it worth the risk, put on my magic waterproof trousers, and went for a walk around Whita.
It is good to see plenty of water flowing down our rivers after so many weeks with just a trickle in them . . .
As you can see from the picture above, the clouds were down on our hills, and although it wasn’t actually raining, there wasn’t much in the way of views as I walked up the hill, and none at all when I got to the White Yett and looked over the Langholm moor.
At 900 feet above sea level, I was well in the cloud here, and although it wasn’t raining, it was fairly moist as I walked down towards the track to Middlemoss. Ahead of me, a couple parked their car at the start of the track, got out, walked a little way down ahead of me, and then stopped and looked around.
They were looking at the wild goats and the wild goats were looking at them.
I left them to their mutual admiration and walked on down the track.
When I came to the Tarras Water, the ford looked a little too exciting for me . . .
. . . so I walked down the riverbank and took the less exciting bridge option.
Although it was undoubtedly still a very dull day, I was out of the cloud now, and able to look around as I walked along the track past Cronksbank and back down to the Tarras Water again.
A field of bracken beside the river was just turning gold, and it added an unexpected touch of colour to the grey day.
I took the track from Broomholmshiels back to the town, and found a couple more bursts of colour on my way . . .
. . . and another fine fungus caught my eye, even it wasn’t so striking as the red toadstool.
I had done a few miles by this time, and the need for a cup of tea and a slice of fruity malt loaf was more pressing than the urge to take more pictures, so I headed home as fast as I could. I was helped in this resolve by the fact the zoom function on my little Lumix had given up the ghost, and I fear the camera will have to go to the repairers. Luckily, I had my phone with me and a lot of the pictures in this post were taken with the camera on the phone and not the one in my pocket.
It was too dark on such a gloomy day to take any pictures in the garden when I came back, so the consumption of the cup of tea and the slice of fruity malt loaf signalled the end of my active participation in life until tomorrow, when it may brighten up in the afternoon.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow.