Today’s guest picture was supplied by my Newcastle correspondent. She has been travelling for her work recently but as the only views she got were of the rubbish bins outside the windows of her Travelodge rooms, she has sent me a seasonal picture of some tasty biscotti instead.
I tested out a new ‘big pill’ last night and it did give me an uninterrupted five hours of sleep leading to a late breakfast. Ever ready to look a gift horse in the mouth, I should add that it took me the next three hours to recover from this. However, as I was able to take a shower for the first time for a fortnight, I was quite perky before lunchtime when Sandy dropped in for a quick visit.
He had been up to fill the Moorland bird feeders but the weather had been so foul that he hadn’t stayed to check what birds were around.
The rain eased off for a moment so I decided to go for a walk to work up an appetite for lunch but by the time that I had got ready, it had started to rain again. I was feeling courageous so I went out with a crutch in one hand and a brolly in the other, ready to brave the weather and set a new personal best for distance.
After about 400 yards, the wind was so strong that it blew my brolly inside out and the thought of being found in the gutter in an undignified tangle of crutch, brolly and wonky knee soon persuaded me that discretion was the better part of valour and I cut my circuit short and headed for home.
I was fortified by a bowl of mushroom soup with croutons freshly made by the indefatigable Mrs Tootlepedal.
In the afternoon, Mrs Tootlepedal went out shopping and I was visited by two guys named Mike. First Mike Tinker came round to enquire about my health and while he was still here, Mike Taudevin appeared with his cello, ready for some duets.
As the day was too gloomy for any bird feeder pictures, I seized the opportunity to take pictures of the two of them so that readers of the blog will be able to distinguish one Mike from the other when they appear in future posts.
This is one Mike:
Mike left Mike and me to enjoy an hour’s playing. An hour is as long as I can sit at one time so we stopped then and had a cup of tea with Mrs Tootlepedal who had returned from the shops.
By this time the rain and wind had finally exhausted themselves and I set out again to do the walk I had intended to do in the morning. It was pleasantly warm and the streets were very quiet so I enjoyed myslef and was able to make a complete circuit of the New Town of Langholm….
…which my mobile phone kindly recorded for me. This turned out to be exactly a mile but as it took me over twenty minutes to complete the circuit, Mo Farrah can rest easily for the time being. Still, I was very pleased to have reached this milestone on the road to recovery and ate my tea with relish.
I am hoping for a glimpse of sun and a chance to watch a bird or two tomorrow but meantime, Matilda has kindly agreed to stand in as flying bird of the day today.