Today’s guest picture comes from our son Alistair in Edinburgh. He woke to find a sprinkling of snow on his balcony.
This was a coincidence because we woke to snow here too . . .
. . . and we had to walk very carefully to church to sing in the church choir.
Although it was sunny, it was cold and we still had to walk very carefully when we came home.
As I try to record our life and surroundings and there was a lot to record today, I took far too many pictures. I apologise for wearing out the patience of readers. A lot of the pictures are in galleries which can be scooted past at speed by readers who are just waiting for the flying bird of the day.
There was more than the usual amount of flying birds in the garden today . . .
. . . along with winter blackbirds . . .
. . . a fleeting starling . . .
. . . and chaffinches in snow and sunshine.
The chaffinch in the sunshine marked the end of the light snowfall for the morning, so I had lunch and went out for a walk to enjoy the sun, the birds and the views while I walked up the river to the High Mill Brig and the Baggra.
My afternoon choir in Carlisle had been cancelled and replaced by a Zoom meeting, so I had time to wander about noting that the sun had cleared any snow off the tops of the hills round the town while leaving some snowy paths for me to walk along.
Snow was to be seen on a higher hill up the valley.
I was pleased to find that some prominent lone trees had not been blown down . . .
. . . but the nearer that I got to the river, the more fallen trees I saw . . .
. . . and when I got down to the Duchess Bridge, there were trees scattered everywhere.
Someone had cleared a tree from the bridge which had damaged the parapet.
A large old oak and been blown down into the river, damaging quite a bit of the road at the same time.
Indeed, the view from the bridge up river was quite shocking.
I could cross the bridge, but I couldn’t take a path in either direction when I had done so as they were both blocked. The path round the pheasant hatchery was blocked too with trees lying in serried ranks one behind another.
My only choice was to take the path down to the Jubilee Bridge, and I had to make a diversion round another tree there. It will take a lot of work to get our popular paths back into safe walking conditions.
The woods on the far bank of the river have been extensively damaged and it is thought that the road to Bentpath will be closed for some time until they are cleared.
In spite of the damage that I witnessed, I enjoyed my walk as there was fungus to see on the way as well as fallen trees . . .
. . . and it was a beautiful if chilly day.
I got home in time to have a cup of tea before my virtual Zoom practice with the Carlisle choir. The Zoom event did have the great benefit of making me realise how good the actual practices, however unsatisfactory, are when they are compared with Zooming for singing.
In the evening, we went back to the church where the minister had decided to hold a hastily arranged and poorly advertised Advent Carol Service. The choir outnumbered the congregation by a factor of four to one. As there were only four of us in the choir, this made us question the meaning of life a bit. We sang heartily and went home.
Finally, and not before time, we come to the flying bird of the day. It is a blue tit.