Drops of colour

Today’s guest picture comes from my walking friend Mark. He led a group over Arkleton Hill last Sunday. I would like to have joined in if we hadn’t had choir business.

It was another gloomy day today and it got steadily gloomier as the day went on. Our day started well though when we were visited by our plumber. He had the last half inch tap washer in his stock to fit to a leaking tap. He remarked that our taps were very old fashioned.

Fortunately it was dry as I went across the town after breakfast for a routine visit to the health centre, and I stopped to look at the Wauchope Water from the park bridge on my way home.

But it was raining by the time that Margaret came round to join us for coffee, and it kept raining, with the very occasional break, for the rest of the day.

I needed my brolly for a walk round to the corner shop before lunch and I didn’t get a camera out until the early afternoon.

The rain was too much for the birds . . .

. . . and the seed went down very slowly today.

Even the disputes between the birds were calm today and amounted to not much more than a hard stare.

I always think it odd that some birds, like this sparrow, would prefer to shove another bird aside rather than take a vacant perch.

After lunch, I had another go at cooking a tarte tatin in the air fryer. The result looked good but it was undercooked. More trial and probably more error will be required before the perfect tarte is produced.

Although the rain seemed to be getting worse rather than better, I felt the need for a walk so I put on my wellies, picked up a big blue brolly, put my new waterproof camera into my pocket, and strode off in search of photo opportunities.

I had it in mind to go up the track to the top of Warbla . . .

. . . but a look at the wind turbines on a neighbouring hill showed me that the turbine blades were nipping round at a good speed so I performed a u-turn that the present government would have been proud of and went for a low level walk instead.

On my way back down I met a haw . . .

. . . and some seeds that had fallen on stony ground.

Although it did not have airy views, the low level walk had compensations . . .

. . . and my little camera did its best to make the day seem brighter than it really was.

The last couple of days have brought a lot of autumn colour to the trees . . .

. . . but the road along the river still had a bit of green about it.

I went up the path through the oak wood beside Jenny Noble’s Gill . . .

. . . picking up a lot of acorns under one particular tree, and checking on the state of some very black fungus on a fallen branch which I had seen on my last walk here. (They may be exidida glandulosa or black witches butter)

At the top of the wood, I looked towards Broomholmshiels . . .

. . . but a check on the time persuaded me that the direct route home through the wood was needed. The sound of streams running off the hills had accompanied me on my walk and the track was muddy and wet in places . . .

. . . so I had to look where I was going, but a dead white fungus, looking much like a human ear growing out of a fallen branch, caught my eye. The other side was more conventional.

I don’t think that I would have got very good views in the rain if I had gone to the top of Warbla . . .

. . . so I was happy with my decision to keep low.

Walking in wellies on slippery tracks is hard work so I concentrated on where I was putting my feet until I got back to the town and kept my camera in my pocket. Near home, I got it out again when I was passed by three men in black pedalling home from work

Mrs Tootlepedal had been doing the minutes from a meeting of the Langholm Initiative while I was out, and she finished just as I got home. We enjoyed a refreshing cup of tea together.

The evenings are drawing in.

We spent a good bit of the day reeling at the astonishing behaviour of our ruling class. As the king said recently, “Oh dear, oh dear!”

The flying bird of the day is a sparrow in a whirr of wings.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

41 thoughts on “Drops of colour

  1. I wonder what the King will say when she goes formally to resign. We shall never know, kf course.
    How useful to have giant anemometers visible from your house.

  2. Oh dear, oh dear is right! Across the pond, we are no better, and an election looms large in November. Then, it might be our chance to say oh dear, oh dear. And maybe something a great deal stronger.

  3. You’ve got some nice color going on there. We’ve had a very colorful season too.
    That does look like black witches butter. I don’t see much of it.
    I’m glad to see that the Olympus does so well on landscapes. I use it almost strictly for macros but I might have to change that,

  4. Oh dear oh dear indeed – global politics are a quagmire, it would seem.

    Your photos of a rainy day make the day seem not so bad – but then I wasn’t slogging along in wellies. Instead, I was lifting sod in the back yard – but it was so warm I was wearing shorts, and on October 20th, thank you very much! I have a feeling we’ll pay for this, but I’m grateful for temperate weather to work in.

  5. Farm Girl was a little disappointed at the UKs latest political turn. She does a marvellous Ms Truss impersonation😊
    The autumn colours are very pretty…I liked the drippy haw

    1. I wouldn’t like to take a view for another person. It has lots of possibilities but it depends on what you want to cook. I would suggest looking up recipes on the internet and see what it offers for you. It needs getting used to.

  6. Rainy days have their own charm, and I can see it here in your photos.

    The forecast is for rain here this afternoon, continuing into tomorrow. We need it badly.

  7. The rainy wet birds and the autumn colors accentuate the nostalgic feel of fall which you captured beautifully. The days are so much shorter. it seems darkness descends almost without warning.

      1. Never mind. Next time I am up there I will get Ronnie Stewart to give me a piggy back. As a kid I never remember a door bur Alex Borthwick and I had a good few looks when we were kids. It was always just rubble inside. Thanks anyways.Your photos are fantastic .

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