Today’s guest picture is yesterday’s sunset from East Wemyss. Our son Tony sends us these just to make us envious. He succeeds.
We had another fairly chilly, fairly grey day here today, but it wasn’t foggy and it wasn’t freezing so we didn’t complain.
I walked up to have coffee with Sandy, and found him putting up with his currently limited life stoically. If anyone needs help with this, between us we have sorted out what needs to be done to make the world a better place. We would be happy to share our thoughts with any national leader who hasn’t got a clue himself or herself.
I came home, delivered some Archive Group stuff to Nancy, cycled round to the shop, posted a birthday card, did the crossword and peered through the gloomy light to see if there were any birds on the feeder.
Not many, was the answer.
I had a look at the fungus that Mrs Tootlepedal had spotted in the garden yesterday. It is very small and it is hard to get a good picture of it.
I will try again again.
After lunch, I went out for a short and slow cycle ride round the Solwaybank windfarm loop. Like yesterday, there was a brisk wind blowing, but unlike yesterday, there was no sunshine to take the edge off the chilly breeze.
I stopped to take a picture of the Relief Church at Kirtleton, one of many churches that are now private houses.
I was pleased to turn for home after eight miles into the wind, but the poor light meant that I didn’t stop for many pictures. This view looks back down towards Gretna and the long hill that I struggled up on yesterday’s ride.
It was an odd day, because it was quite clear, and you can see the English hills a good distance away in the background of the picture above. The clouds were high and it didn’t feel gloomy, but the camera doesn’t lie when it comes to light. I had to boost the image quite a lot in the photo editor to get it to look anything else but pitch dark.
The road patchers had been out, and they had filled a carefully curated collection of potholes while leaving dozens of others to catch out the unwary cyclist.
In a couple of places, they had surfaced the whole width of the road but only for a few yards at a time.
Compared to yesterday’s ride, the light was very dull indeed . . .
. . . and I was happy to get home and out of the cold wind. Mrs Tootlepedal had been out in the shelter of the garden doing useful things while I was pedalling, and she came in too when I got home.
I had noticed some rose hips peering over our hedge when I walked up to Sandy’s in the morning, so I took a picture of them before I went in . . .
. . . but we got a much more colourful treat later on. Kathryn, of ‘Flowers by Kathryn’, delivered the third monthly set of Mrs Tootlepedal’s birthday bouquets.
Two more treats to come.
I had a curious experience in the evening. In response to letter from the government, I had agreed to do a telephone survey about home insulation. The telephone rang on time and after twenty minutes of questions which had nothing to do with home insulation, the interviewer thanked me kindly, and said that this was the end of the interview. When I said that I had only taken part in the survey because it was about home insulation, he told me that half of the people questioned were being asked about home insulation and the other half weren’t. He didn’t say why.
It is occurrences of this nature that lead people to think that there is a conspiracy going on.
The flying bird of the day is even duller than the day was.