Keeping my head down

Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. It shows that gloom was well spread across the country today, as she found a grey canal scene when she went for her walk in London.

It wasn’t just grey here when we got up, it was pouring with rain as well. I had to get out my big umbrella when I walked up the hill to have coffee with Sandy. He is recovering from a recent operation on his leg at the moment, and will not able to walk down to have coffee with us for quite a bit. He is managing to remain pretty cheerful under trying circumstances, and he is providing excellent coffee for his visitors.

It was still raining when I got back home and walked round to the corner shop for supplies, but it stopped as I walked home again. The day didn’t get much brighter though, and it was too dark to take any bird pictures at the feeder. This didn’t matter much, as there were hardly any birds there anyway.

Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy wallpapering in the morning, and after lunch, she returned to the task, while I went for a walk.

As I strolled along the road beside the river, I could see the little tunnel through which the water from our dam joins the Esk, after passing a skinyard and a mill on its way.

The skinyard still makes use of the water I believe, but the mill was shut some years ago.

At the Kilngreen, the ducks had taken to the river today and were enjoying some gentle swimming.

I walked along to Whitshiels and took the road up the hill towards the White Yett.

The clouds had lifted off the hills but there was not much of a view available.

As I got higher up the hill, I had another look at the view . . .

. . . and then I wisely decided to stop trying to get a decent landscape on such a dull day, and turned my camera on more lowly things, like an interesting wall with a variety of mosses and lichens. . .

. . . an old bridge . . .

. . . plentiful haws still on a hawthorn tree . . .

. . . witches butter fungus on another hawthorn bush . . .

. . . a good example of winter flowering gorse . . .

. . . and an even more interesting wall.

By the time that I looked up again, I found that I had walked along the hill, down the Kirkwynd and back into the town.

I walked along the High Street and down to the river, but it was too dark to take any more pictures until I crossed the suspension bridge from where I could see the Christmas lights on the town bridge.

When I got home, I found that I had walked three and a half miles in just over an hour, so while I didn’t get much in the way of sunny views, I got a good burst of exercise on a windy afternoon.

Mrs Tootlepedal was still papering when I got in, so I settled down and catalogued the nineteenth and final box of recorder music for our recorder group. The catalogue contains 332 pieces of music, all with scores and parts, so we would have a big task in hand if we wanted to play all of them.

Tomorrow is going to be 1 minute and 2 seconds longer than today, but as it is going to be just as grey, probably wetter, and certainly windier, patient readers will have to wait a while for cheerful pictures from Langholm.

There was no chance of a flying bird today and a black headed gull is kindly acting as a stand in.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

27 thoughts on “Keeping my head down

  1. Moss and lichens love this weather, and almost seem to radiate joy. The witches butter fungus and winter flowering gorse are providing some golden hues to brighten things up.

    Didn’t Sandy have a foot operation within the last year or so? I hope all is well there and he can go walking again.

  2. That’s too bad about Sandy so soon after his foot. I hope he gets plenty of visitors to keep him company.
    I like your shot of the old bridge. It looks very old.
    It’s nice to see the gorse too. I’ve heard it smells just like coconut.

    1. It does smell of coconut but it needs to be a lot warmer before you can get the smell.

      Sandy has been very unlucky but he bears his misfortunes with a smile.

  3. Good grief, poor Sandy. He just nicely dealt with the foot issue and now this. Best wishes to him for rapid healing and much patience – he must surely need a store of that!

  4. All the best to Sandy. I am still puzzling over the skinyard – couldn’t find it in my dictionary – only know that there was a grunge band with this name.

  5. What is a ‘skinyard’ please? Makes me think of some sort of leather works.

    I like turning the camera lens on “more lowly things”. It’s amazing what you find that way. It seems we share some lowly things such as the lichen on your interesting wall. I’m planning to post some similar shots if I can only manage to plow through some daunting piles of photos. How is it I never seem to find enough time even without a telly to yell at?
    Then again, I don’t think your pictures from Langholm lack cheer despite the sulky grey skies. It’s a nice time to cozy up to a good book with some soup bubbling on the stove.  

    Best wishes to a healthy and happy new year!

    1. The skinyards deals in sheepskins. It was a full tannery at one time but it does less intensive work these days.

      Thank you for your kind words.

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