Today’s guest picture is sent from Tenerife by my sister Susan, just to show that she has made it there safely.
There was heavy rain overnight here but I managed to up get so late that it had stopped and wonder of wonders, the sun had come out. This was so surprising that I had to have a sit down to recover and I was still sitting down when Dropscone arrived for coffee, bearing a copious supply of excellent drop scones. In spite of not having cycled, we still had the appetite to demolish these in short order.
While I was sitting scoffing scones inside, the birds were perched in the plum tree outside the window enjoying the sun.
After Dropscone went off to play golf, I drove up to the Moorland Feeders to take my turn at filling them up. The birds were very ready to set about emptying them again. They were happy to share the feeders.
I spent some time watching a woodpecker picking the choicest nuggets from a feeder., skipping up the pole and burying them in a crack.
When I got home, our own feeders were just as busy.
I made a quick pan of squash soup for my lunch and then Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off for a short walk. We drove a mile down to Broomholm, parked the car and went round a pleasantly varied two mile circuit.
We started by a mossy wall.
Walked up the hill beside a burn…..
….then along a track through a birch wood…
…and then an oak wood…
…until we came to the open hillside….
…we finally arrived at Broomholmshiels where we turned down to join the road.
We passed several curious sheep….
…and enjoyed the view up the valley as we walked down the road…
…before joining the old railway track to Langholm for a while…
…and eventually walked back down the burn to the car.
Apart from a complete failure to spot any interesting fungi, it was a lovely walk, well sheltered from a brisk and chilly wind.
We stopped to purchase some food and arrived home feeling that all was well with the world. It’s amazing what a little sunshine will do.
I transmuted some of our food purchases into a vegetarian cassoulet for my tea and then went off to the Archive Centre with Jean and Sandy where we got through some useful work.
Over some refreshment in the Eskdale Hotel afterwards, we were considering how quickly time passes when you are old compared with how long a day or week stretched out when we were young. “It’s amazing,” said Jean, “how often a Friday pops up.” Never a truer word was spoken.
Our evening was immensely brightened when we were joined by Mrs Tootlepedal who had been at a practice for the forthcoming LAODS production of Me and My Girl.
Off and on, during the course of the day, I had been making a sourdough loaf, leaving it plenty of time to rise properly and I put it in the oven when we got back and it turned out looking very good.
My last effort looked horrible and tasted very good. I just hope that this one isn’t going to be the reverse.
The flying bird of the day was a garden chaffinch.