Today’s guest picture comes from Mary Jo from Manitoba. She had ventured into Alberta when she took this picture of a bridge made especially for wild animals to cross a major road in the Banff National Park. She says that this is a very good idea, as running into a passing moose is not a good experience for either the moose or the driver.
We had a cool but sunny morning here, and when I drove down to Canonbie with our neighbour Margaret after breakfast, we saw our countryside looking at its best.
We were going to have our booster Covid vaccination and the flu shot at the same time. The village hall was being used as a vaccination centre, and we were greeted and treated very promptly. After the obligatory 15 minute sit down to check for immediate bad reactions, we were able to drive home, and arrive in plenty of time for a brief pause before we met again for coffee.
After coffee, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to combine a bit of business with some shopping and I took some flower pictures . . .
. . . and found that some busy buzzing was coming from green bottle flies on the big daisies.
Then I clipped a bit of hedge at the back of the vegetable garden and went back in.
It was too good a day to sit inside all afternoon though. I didn’t think that I ought to go cycling in case I suffered from a reaction to the vaccination. Falling off with a dizzy spell is never fun. However, when walking, you can always sit down if necessary, so I went for a walk.
I followed Walk 8 of the Langholm Walks project, starting from the Kilngreen, walking past the Lodge Walks and up on to the Baggra . . .
I walked along the Baggra, stopping to admire the cladonia lichen, went down over the High Mill Brig, and then along the track beside the Ewes Water . . .
. . . until I got to the little bridge over the Ewes at the old shooting range.
I didn’t cross the bridge, but turned up through the woods on to the open hill, passing some fine fungus under the trees as I went.
The ground on the hill was remarkably dry after our recent rain, showing just what a long dry summer we had this year. All the same, it was quite hard work going up the hill, and I was happy to stop and enjoy the view.
The route follows a very straight wall up to the road to the White Yett, and it doesn’t look too steep from the bottom, but when you look back down from near the road, you realise why you are breathing a bit harder than usual.
On my way up, I was able to look down on the town tucked into the valley below . . .
. . . and when I got to the Monument, I looked over the wall at the patchwork of commercial forestry across the moor. . .
. . . and up towards the north. There I could see in the background the portion of the moor that the community buy out group wants to buy next to add to the section already purchased.
It was chilly standing on top ofWhita in the north westerly breeze, so I didn’t stay to enjoy the views for too long before heading carefully down the face of the hill towards the town.
I was careful not to rush as there are many opportunities for the unwary to slip and slide, especially towards the top of the hill, so I kept my eyes firmly on where I was putting my feet.
Once I was able to pause and look around, I did so.
As I got down the hill, the track became easier . . .
. . . and by the time that I got to the Kirk Wynd, I had leisure to dawdle and enjoy more lichen and fungus.
The light was beginning to fade as I arrived back at the Suspension Bridge . . .
. . . and when I got home, I found that Mrs Tootlepedal had come in from working in the garden.
The day was rounded off with our regular family Zoom which had some lovely pictures from Hardwick Hall taken by my brother Andre. This was followed by a second helping of Mrs Tootlepedal’s apple sponge with custard at our evening meal.
I didn’t have a moment to look at the birds at the feeder today, so instead of a flying bird of the day I will have to make do with a sitting bird of the day.
Mr Grumpy looks as though he’s beginning to feel his age. My knees feel for him.