Dreich but not drookit

Today’s guest picture comes from our son Alistair. He found these early bluebells in Edinburgh.

We will have to wait a bit to see our bluebells. It was another dull day here today, and Drospcone had the right word for it as he arrived on his his bicycle carrying scones for us to eat with our coffee. “Dreich,” he said, and dreich it was.

A similar tone applied to his golfing game, which is not at its best at the moment. He reported that the greenkeepers at his club are complaining about leatherjackets spoiling the greens, and moss ruining the fairways. I feel better about my lawn.

Mrs Tootlepedal and our neighbour Margaret joined us, and we sat round grumbling about the weather, the government, the cost of living and the war in Ukraine. Mrs Tootlepedal remarked that all over the country other groups of elderly coffee drinkers were doubtless doing exactly the same.

It was raining by the time that the coffee meeting broke up.

The high spot of the morning was going out to discover that our neighbour Irving had found unwanted panels from an old fence, and fitted them as replacements for the storm damaged fence panels between our gardens.

Much to his dismay, he had discovered when he first fitted them into their slots, that they were far too tall. Undaunted, he got out his saw and skilfully cut them to the right size.

It rained harder over lunch, but the forecast was optimistic that it would stop in the afternoon, so I put on my cycling gear, added a rain jacket and set off to go round the Solwaybank windfarm with hope in my heart, and rain pattering down on my head. For seven miles, pedalling into the wind and the rain, and with ever lower clouds hiding any possibility of a view, I worried about the quality of my judgement, but as I began to turn out of the wind, the rain faded away and a bunch of primroses beside the road cheered me up.

Looking behind me as I got near the windfarm, there was almost a hint of a view . . .

. . . but looking over towards the windfarm itself, there was no sign of the wind turbines at all . . .

. . . unless you looked very carefully indeed.

With the rain stopped and a very helpful wind pushing me along, I began to enjoy my ride a lot. By the time that I got to within four miles of Langholm, some weak sunshine appeared and picked out a flock of sheep on one side of the road . . .

. . . and brightened up my way back down Wauchopedale on the other.

When I got back to the garden, the sun was really out and the clouds had lifted off Castle Hill.

Everything in the garden was lovely (if a little wet in places) . . .

. . . and there were tadpoles swimming in the pond, vinca and tulips beside the drive, some valiant but damaged magnolia flowers, and lots of blossom on the plum tree.

The plum blossom needs insects, but the only bee that I could see was more interested in buzzing round the pulmonaria.

I filled the bird feeder for the second time today and went inside, where Mrs Tootlepedal was working hard at writing up the minutes of the Langholm Initiative board meeting. I had a cup of tea and a look at the birds.

I noticed that this redpoll has been ringed.

There are several redpolls about and here are two keeping a chaffinch at bay.

I liked this brown study of a female chaffinch in the fake tree.

We had a good Zoom with our granddaughter Matilda and her parents, and then another with my brother and sisters. In between Zooms, I noticed that the lawn peckers were back in action.

Mrs Tootlepedal made mince and tatties for our tea, so a day which had started gloomily ended very well.

The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

24 thoughts on “Dreich but not drookit

  1. How opportune that Irving was able to find weathered boards to fix the fence, and how wonderful that he had the tools and skills to modify them to fit. Everyone needs a neighbour like that!

  2. I agree with Laurie. I whine a out the state of the world over morning coffee, afternoon tea, and tonight I plan to whine over a glass of something nice…if only the powers that be listened to us all!😁

  3. Irving did a great job on the fence. You can’t even see that it was replaced. I wish he had a cousin living next to me.
    The sunshine highlighting the sheep on the hilltop was a beautiful shot.
    The backlighted daffodil was a nice shot too. I tried for one like it the other day but I muffed it.

    1. The new fence panel came from another fence in his garden but all the same, it fits in remarkably well. Irving is going to the US shortly so perhaps he will be available for useful tasks while he is there.

  4. I had to look up both dreich and drookit. Here we had snow, but it was gone by this evening.

    When you reported the primroses beside the road, I worried. After all, there is a proverb about following a primrose path. But it appears you were fortunate, and escaped the consequences. I used to run (or mostly walk) a long distance mountain race. There were primroses along the path near mile 3 or so, and miles and miles later I often thought about the result of following a primrose path.

  5. The title baffled me until good ol’ Google sorted me out! They are great words! Love seeing the sheep on the hills especially when they are highlighted by some sunshine. The little chaffinch looks well posed even if she has an odd footing arrangement. I wouldn’t argue with your lawn peckers they look quite serious!

  6. DIY not a skill I can count on. Those panels would have been higher at one end every time if I had been let loose with a saw. Today, I am helping to lay some flagstones in a patio area in our “Bedrock” garden renovation. Obviously, guided by an expert. Cheers.

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