In the absence of other contributors, I return again to the sunny shores of East Wemyss for today’s guest picture. Tony has included some ingeniously piled stones in his picture of the sunrise there this morning.
We had a quiet and dry morning here, and we were able to cycle to church to sing in the church choir. It was pretty chilly though, so that we had our coats on during the service, and a cutting wind made sure that we buttoned them firmly up as we cycled home.
Because I was going to Carlisle to sing carols in the city centre, there wasn’t time for me to take advantage of the better weather by going for a walk, so I settled for a cup of coffee, a slice of parkin and a look at the birds.
The birds were unhelpful and turned their backs on me.
I had more luck with birds on the ground and saw a blackbird . . .
. . . and one of two dunnocks which scurry about under the feeder at the moment.
I had an early lunch and set off to Carlisle, reflecting that often the Carlisle choir on a Sunday afternoon in the winter seems to coincide with the best walking weather of the week. If I was to conduct methodical research, this would probably turn out not to be the case, but it does feel like that.
As I walked up to the city centre from the car park, I could see the cathedral looming over the old city walls . . .
. . . and I passed the church, with its attendant wise men, where we would have been having our Christmas concert in a normal year.
We were due to start singing at 2 o’clock, and as I was a bit early . . .
. . . I had time for a little wander past the Crown and Mitre Hotel . . .
. . . the cathedral . . .
. . . and the old guildhall . . .
. . . before going back to the large open space in front of the old Town Hall where we were assembling.
As you can see, the town wasn’t crowded with Christmas shoppers, but we did have a select and appreciative audience for our mixture of carols and Christmas songs.
We sang for an hour, and by the time that we had finished, we had got quite chilly. I was happy to head back to the car as the sun sank over the car park . . .
. . . and beetle home as quickly as possible to a warming cup of tea and another slice of parkin.
Although I haven’t been out on my bike this month yet, two days of volunteering on the moor, followed by two days of carol singing have kept me busy. There is another named storm rolling in next week, so it may be some time before the bike comes out of the garage.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch. This is no surprise as greenfinches, sparrows and goldfinches have deserted us entirely.