Power cut

Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. It was taken in East Wemyss yesterday.

It was a miserable, chilly, grey and drizzly day here, until it brightened up too late to be useful at all.

The seed in the bird feeder hardly went down at all, and the nearest I got to taking a garden bird picture was this fine shot of a great tit which had just flown off.

One of my best, I thought.

I did go for a walk around coffee time, and took my bird camera with me as I had failed in the garden. I thought that I saw a dipper down by the Kirk Brig, but as soon as I got there, the dipper flew off back up the river that I had just hurried down. I took a long shot, sure that it would fly away again if I walked back up . . .

. . . but much to my surprise, it waited until I got back to it . . .

. . . and then popped onto the shore to give me a second view.

Nearby, a mallard paddled serenely up stream.

It was drizzling and chilly, the light was very poor, and I almost went straight home after seeing the dipper. In the end I kept going.

At the Kilngreen, there were gulls on posts on both sides of the river.

The gulls on the fence posts on the Castleholm started to play the game of chasing each other along the posts in a domino effect where they all end up one fence further down than they started.

I had set out with the intention of going for a two or three mile walk, but I found that I hadn’t got any energy or enthusiasm at all, so when I got to the Sawmill Brig, I cut my route short and dawdled home by way of the Duchess Bridge. It was a very gloomy day, not one for taking many photographs. A bare tree summed up the conditions well . . .

. . . but at least the loss of the leaves meant that I could get a better view of the bridge when I got to it . . .

. . . and the hazel catkins on the other side of the bridge made me think hopefully of spring to come.

As I went along the path on the other side of the bridge, I could see that some white fungus which I had seen on a previous walk had developed. It is plainly candlesnuff fungus as readers had suggested.

I was pleased to get home and sit down as I felt unaccountably tired. A much needed cup of coffee restored me a bit.

After lunch, we went off to church for a well attended memorial celebration for Bob, a good friend who had died during the lockdown. He had been a big part of the cultural and church life of the town for many years and is much missed.

As in the case of my recorder playing friend Roy, Bob’s family has had to wait many months until it was possible to invite friends and family to gather together to remember Bob’s rich and varied life. The pandemic has been very hard on grieving families, and in a cruel twist of fate, Nancy, Bob’s wife, told the assembled company that neither of their children could be with us today, his daughter having broken her ankle and his son having caught Covid. However, both children had been able to provide written memories of their father, and these touching and amusing accounts were read out to us among other tributes, and we got the warmth and humour that Bob’s memory deserved.

We walked home from the church with our neighbour Margaret in a reflective mood.

Although the day had brightened up at last, my energy levels had not improved much, and I limited my activity for the rest of the day to sitting around, and then cooking a tarte tatin and making some vegetarian sausage rolls with the surplus puff pastry, The tarte tatin was fine, but the sausage rolls came into the category of ‘more practice needed’.

As there were no birds, let along flying birds in the garden once again, I was lucky to find a mobile gull at the Kilngreen ready to take up the position of flying bird of the day.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

29 thoughts on “Power cut

  1. A dipper always cheers me. Some suggest that Covid has made us more this or that, but more reflective is good.

  2. I am glad you have been able to celebrate your friend’s life at last but what a pity his children couldn’t be there. It has been a dreary gloomy day here too; only another month and the days begin to lengthen again! Despite the poor light you managed to take some lovely photos today. I love the dipper ones and the Duchess Bridge but the star of the show was the disappearing great tit.

  3. I’m glad you were able to identify the candle snuff fungus. It’s an unusual one.
    I like the serene mallard shot. I tried today but they were too far away.
    I have days in the woods when it just doesn’t feel right. It’s hard to explain but I’ve learned to take heed. It sounds like that was your kind of day. I think we all have them.

  4. Tony takes some very nice photos of East Wemyss. That is a very nice composition. I enjoyed all the photos from your day, especially the dipper. It was nice of him to oblige you a few shots.

    I join you and other commenters in noting there are days that are best spent resting and doing simple things.

  5. Amazing flying gull. Covid has been sad and very tough. So sorry about your friend and so very glad you and your extended family are okay though this pandemic. I love the occasional photos of your sisters.

  6. The title resonated with me for we have power cuts all the time thanks to Eskom, the national supplier of electricity! Then I realised you were referring to your own internal power supply. This sounds like a sombre day indeed so I hope that there will be some brightness to spark you off today.

  7. Glad to hear Bob’s memorial service was finally able to take place, though sorry his children couldn’t be there.
    Well done with a walk and cooking when you were tired .

  8. A lovely photograph of the dipper and the panel showing the gulls ‘playing’. Your energy levels may have been low for you but your optimism levels were firing well as you are looking forward to spring already.

  9. I too love the dipper photographs. I think it’s hard to sustain energy with or without proper sunlight under the Covid cloud, and I admire your endeavors to carry on.

  10. That is a poignant account of your friend’s memorial and of his children not being able to attend. We are just so very tired of the pandemic and even though have coped with being recluses, we are really starting to miss simple gatherings of friends ever so much.

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