Today’s picture shows a lighthouse at Whitley Bay where my friends Gavin and Gaye were recently on grandparenting duty.
Although the day here promised to be sunny, it soon faded to a dull grey with a keenly nipping wind. As I walked up to the town, a passer by described it to me with considerable understatement as ‘a cool air’. I would have said that it was ***** cold. Fortunately Dropscone was away on business and I didn’t have to brave the breeze on a bicycle.
The reason for my visit to the town was a reported electrical fault at the Archive centre. I took some simple remedial measures but I fear that we may need a professional. This causes me some anguish because if life in Langholm has a drawback, it is the difficulty in getting a prompt response for a small job from an electrician.
I had filled the seed feeder before I walked up to the town and by the time that I got back, it was nearly empty again such was the heavy traffic.
I have tried to make some pictures which show the excitement and are a little different from my usual ones. It wasn’t hard to find a subject today and these four pictures were taken in the space of a minute.
It wasn’t long before I had to fill up the seed feeder again.
I was pleased to see a blue tit come to the feeders as we are still hoping that a pair might use our nest box.
An hour later, things were still just as busy.
Taking a break from bird watching, we had an early lunch and set out for a walk. We did consider a pedal but decided the fun of biking into a really icy wind was strictly limited and we headed for the Kernigal wood and some shelter from the chill.
At one stage, I took a high route while Mrs Tootlepedal took a lower road and it wasn’t until we had come out of the wood that I saw her again.
She politely waited for me to catch up and then, instead of walking on down to the road, we went through a gate…
…and then cut across some fields. We passed another of the temporary ponds that have formed during the wet summer.
Then another gate….
…led us to a track down to the Murtholm.
As we walked through a field there , we saw two pairs of oyster catchers. This was one of them.
We walked home along the riverside path, keeping a wary eye out for any further landslips as we went.
I had filled the feeder before we left for our walk and I had to fill it again when we returned. The birds are obviously finding that food is hard to get elsewhere during this long chilly spell.
A greenfinch soon arrived to take advantage of the refill.
After we got back from the walk, we made a quick excursion to Mrs Tootlepedal’s manure mine and came back to spread it where it will do most good. The rains of last summer will have washed a lot of the goodness out of the soil and Mrs Tootlepedal is keen to replace as much as she can.
She then took up her needle and went back to making costumes while I footled about on my computer getting nothing much done at all.
In the evening, I went with Jean and Sandy to the Archive Centre and we worked away for an hour and a half. We were in the mood for refreshment afterwards and were shocked and dismayed to find our usual haunt packed to the gunwales with merrymakers at a works farewell party. There was, as they say, no room at the inn for regular customers and we went home disconsolately, not having the heart to try a different bar.
The near zero temperatures are to continue for a few days yet so I will make sure that I am well stocked with seeds. On the plus side, the wind is predicted to die down so maybe it will not feel as chilly as it did today.
I managed to go past the chaffinches in my search for a flying bird of the day today and found a greenfinch instead.