This is the front of Hay Lodge, now joined to the modern health centre. I’d rather like to see inside the old house, but it’s not accessible to the general public as a rule. (Wonder if I could persuade someone to allow me a sneak look through the front door sometime?)
Anyway, blood taken; blood pressure and weight checked – oops (to the weight check); feet prodded for pulses and reaction and it was time to come home again. Back along the riverside again with some more photos taken. It wasn’t yet 4.00 but the moon was already shining through the trees.
Not quite full moon yet! (It is now, as I write)
Heading down towards the bridge again – right – and just at the cauld I caught sight of a heron – the “presbyterian minister in his long grey coat”
If I was to go along this way tomorrow, I think I would find all these grasses quite iced up. There has been no let up in the weather. In fact it has just got colder and we’ve had another couple of inches of snow.
I always like the view of this arch of the bridge. Depending on the weather and the time of year you can either walk through it or you can’t! After the high water from last weekend’s thaw, at the moment you can’t. I could have walked through the arch to its left but instead, took the path up to the bridge, crossed it and came round the corner to the High Street again. Not yet dark the Christmas lights were on and the street looked quite festive.
I decided to call the photo on the right - “Clock the lights!” In case you didn’t get that, to clock something means to take a look at it … and there’s the church clock just behind the lights! Probably teaching grandmother to suck eggs here!
Talk again soon.