Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. It was taken in East Wemyss yesterday.
It was a miserable, chilly, grey and drizzly day here, until it brightened up too late to be useful at all.
The seed in the bird feeder hardly went down at all, and the nearest I got to taking a garden bird picture was this fine shot of a great tit which had just flown off.
One of my best, I thought.
I did go for a walk around coffee time, and took my bird camera with me as I had failed in the garden. I thought that I saw a dipper down by the Kirk Brig, but as soon as I got there, the dipper flew off back up the river that I had just hurried down. I took a long shot, sure that it would fly away again if I walked back up . . .
. . . but much to my surprise, it waited until I got back to it . . .
. . . and then popped onto the shore to give me a second view.
Nearby, a mallard paddled serenely up stream.
It was drizzling and chilly, the light was very poor, and I almost went straight home after seeing the dipper. In the end I kept going.
At the Kilngreen, there were gulls on posts on both sides of the river.
The gulls on the fence posts on the Castleholm started to play the game of chasing each other along the posts in a domino effect where they all end up one fence further down than they started.
I had set out with the intention of going for a two or three mile walk, but I found that I hadn’t got any energy or enthusiasm at all, so when I got to the Sawmill Brig, I cut my route short and dawdled home by way of the Duchess Bridge. It was a very gloomy day, not one for taking many photographs. A bare tree summed up the conditions well . . .
. . . but at least the loss of the leaves meant that I could get a better view of the bridge when I got to it . . .
. . . and the hazel catkins on the other side of the bridge made me think hopefully of spring to come.
As I went along the path on the other side of the bridge, I could see that some white fungus which I had seen on a previous walk had developed. It is plainly candlesnuff fungus as readers had suggested.
I was pleased to get home and sit down as I felt unaccountably tired. A much needed cup of coffee restored me a bit.
After lunch, we went off to church for a well attended memorial celebration for Bob, a good friend who had died during the lockdown. He had been a big part of the cultural and church life of the town for many years and is much missed.
As in the case of my recorder playing friend Roy, Bob’s family has had to wait many months until it was possible to invite friends and family to gather together to remember Bob’s rich and varied life. The pandemic has been very hard on grieving families, and in a cruel twist of fate, Nancy, Bob’s wife, told the assembled company that neither of their children could be with us today, his daughter having broken her ankle and his son having caught Covid. However, both children had been able to provide written memories of their father, and these touching and amusing accounts were read out to us among other tributes, and we got the warmth and humour that Bob’s memory deserved.
We walked home from the church with our neighbour Margaret in a reflective mood.
Although the day had brightened up at last, my energy levels had not improved much, and I limited my activity for the rest of the day to sitting around, and then cooking a tarte tatin and making some vegetarian sausage rolls with the surplus puff pastry, The tarte tatin was fine, but the sausage rolls came into the category of ‘more practice needed’.
As there were no birds, let along flying birds in the garden once again, I was lucky to find a mobile gull at the Kilngreen ready to take up the position of flying bird of the day.