Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She met this squirrel in Regents Park today.
We had more rain overnight, but nevertheless the rivers had dropped considerably today, and the danger of flooding had passed. As I had a good night’s sleep in spite of still having some minor aches and pains from yesterday’s fall, the day looked a lot brighter than yesterday, and it got brighter still, even though it was still raining, when Dropscone came round for coffee.
Mrs Tootlepedal had driven off to Canonbie for a coffee morning with her ex works colleagues, and I was glad to have company (and good scones).
The rain had stopped by the time that Dropscone went off, and I was able to cycle round to the corner shop for supplies.
I also walked round the garden and found plenty of colour . . .
. . . and a few cheerful flowers too.
The ginger syllabub rose was hanging on in a rather droopy way.
I had filled the bird feeder at coffee time, and when I came in from the garden, I had a look to see if the birds had noticed. Goldfinches were on the job.
Several blue tits were flitting about . . .
. . . and a robin appeared too . . .
. . . but most traffic came from green and gold finches.
After lunch, I went for a walk, anxious not to let any joints stiffen up with so little cycling being possible over recent days.
You can see by the mark on the left bank how much the Wauchope had dropped since yesterday, and on the right bank how much sand had been dropped on the bank by the receding waters. Those bushes on the right had been half under water at the peak of the flow.
Today I was able to walk along the path beside the river . . .
. . . and enjoy the autumn colour as I walked up to the Stubholm and then down to the Murthholm. I needed my umbrella to keep my camera dry as I took some shots along the way.
Although it was raining, the clouds were higher and thinner than they have been, and the light was much better for enjoying the colour. Walking beside the river after I had crossed Skippers Bridge was a delight.
As I came round the corner at the bottom of the hill up to Broomholm, the road was very inviting . . .
. . . but I turned off and took the track up into the woods beside Jenny Noble’s Burn. I had to keep an eye on where I was going as well as looking at the views, as the track was often more like a stream than a path.
When I got to the Round House, I looked out over a rainy town, then took the path down to the old railway, where I had to duck round a fallen tree, and came down the steps to the road beside a little cascade coming from a square culvert under the railway line.
I walked back to the town along the riverside path, and after I had looked back at Skippers Bridge, and noted the trees with their feet still in the river . . .
. . . some blue sky and the sun suddenly appeared. The rain hadn’t stopped though, so I got the benefit of a rainbow.
By the time that I had got back to the centre of the town, it was a lovely day . . .
. . . and there was a very different view from the Langholm Bridge.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been working at her interior decorating task while I had been walking in the rain, but we were able to have a sunny walk round the garden when I got home.
I don’t like to be ungrateful, but it would have been much better if the sun had come out at the start of my walk and not at the end, but it was such a pleasure to see any blue sky that I forgive the weather gods their little joke. Although it looks set to rain again tomorrow, we might see some more sun too.
As I am still feeling a little bruised, I was happy to spend the rest of the day very quietly with first a cup of tea and a biscuit, then a sibling Zoom, and finally some fish cakes for my evening meal.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch, trying to sneak in unnoticed from behind the feeder pole.
Footnote: I emptied six inches of rain from recent days out of Mary Jo’s scientific rain gauge this morning. As it was full to the brim, there might have actually been more rain than that.