Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony and shows a typical morning in East Wemyss.
We woke to a crisp morning here, with the temperature just above freezing, but with some very welcome sunshine to make it a day to be cheerful.
We walked to church to sing in the choir. At the church door, Mrs Tootlepedal met with a potential new member whom she had encouraged to join. She was warmly welcomed into the choir stalls, and we hope that she will come back again next week.
The minister kept us on our toes by inserting a verse into one of the hymns that was not in the hymn book. Several members of the choir found themselves singing the same verse twice as we were looking at our books and not the big screen with the words on at the far end of the church.
We had time for a coffee when we got home, before having a very enjoyable Zoom meeting with our granddaughter Matilda and her parents in Edinburgh. They all seem to be doing very well.
I had a flower hunt round the garden after the Zoom.
Then I took advantage of the sunny weather to sneak out for a quick walk down to Skippers Bridge and back before lunch and a trip to Carlisle for my afternoon choir.
I went through the park and climbed the steps to the Stubholm, where I was greeted by some lovely late autumn leaves.
I walked along the track . . .
. . . enjoying fungus and good views . . .
. . . before I went down to the Murtholm. Even in the very middle of the day, the shadows are long just now.
There were plenty of catkins on the alders beside the river.
In spite of the sunshine, I was happy not to be up on a hill . . .
. . . both because my knee still needs a bit of care, and because there was a very nippy east wind blowing.
A car came up behind me on the track, and as I stepped aside to let it pass, I noticed that I was close to a flourishing ivy bush.
The weather gods like their little joke, so they turned off the sun just as I got to Skippers Bridge . . .
. . . and kept it behind a cloud until I was nearly home again.
There are going to be works at the bridge soon, and we wonder if they are going to involve repairs to this enormous wall which looms over traffic waiting at the lights to cross the bridge.
I walked back along the riverside path, keeping an eye open for interest as I went.
I was impressed by the way that a tree on the top of the banking on the other side of the river had persuaded its neighbours to lean gently away from it to give it space to expand. (The cloudy sky made me think of putting the picture into black and white mode.)
Some colour was provided by bramble leaves beside the path, and the willows at the Kirk Brig.
I spotted another crow beside the bridge. I wish that I could have caught it as it flew across the river as it had very white wings on show when it was in flight. On the ground, it looked less remarkable.
When I was nearly home, I couldn’t help noticing these bright pyracantha berries on Margaret’s garage.
There was another chance to look forward to next spring as I came into our garden.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal came with me to Carlisle when I went to sing with the Carlisle Community Choir. I dropped her off to do some shopping while I was warbling away. There was not a big turnout at the choir, perhaps because it was such a fine day, and I was one of only two tenors. I enjoyed the practice all the same. It is useful to learn to sing your part without much support.
Mrs Tootlepedal had found a convenient coffee house to get some refreshment after her shopping, and I picked her up there on the way home. There was a beautiful sunset over Gretna as we drove north, but as stopping in the middle of a busy main road to take a photograph is not recommended, you will have to take my word for that.
Once again, there were no visitors to the bird feeder today, at least while I watching, so the non flying bird of the day is a jackdaw perching on Margaret’s roof before lunch.