Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew. He found the lake in Markeaton Park in a very peaceful mood in the late afternoon while on a recent walk.
We woke to a false dawn here. It was lovely when I looked over the roofs of Henry Street out of our back window. . .
. . . but by the time that I had got downstairs, the rosy glow had disappeared and another unrelentingly grey day set in. We have got reasonably high pressure overhead, so at least it was dry and chilly and above freezing.
Either because of my stumble at the bird boxes, or because I pedalled a bit too vigorously yesterday, my knee was quite sore this morning, and I had an even quieter time than usual. I did want to keep my leg moving though, so I made a small excursion into the garden and pointed my camera at things that I saw, including some actual flowers. I wouldn’t say that the garden was ablaze with colour, but they definitely were flowers.
The dead heads have stayed on several of the Japanese anemones . . .
. . . and we are looking forward to spring too. I hope that we get good weather and no late frosts for the azaleas this year.
And as always, there was lichen to look at. Blotches on paving stones don’t look very interesting until the camera peers a little more closely.
Margaret came for coffee and we enjoyed a comfortable chat while I ate all the biscuits.
In spite of an unsuccessful fly through by a sparrowhawk, there were plenty of chaffinches at the feeder today after it left.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been to the butcher, so I had an individual steak pie for my lunch. This made my knee feel a lot better.
Mrs Tootlepedal is going to make new curtains so she needed to go to Carlisle after lunch to find some thread which would properly match the fabric. I asked if she needed any help or advice from me, and when strangely it turned out that she didn’t, I went for a walk.
I chose a dead flat, two and a half mile three bridges route, and went along it very carefully and slowly.
It was rather grey and one of the two white ducks at the Kilngreen stood out from the standard mallards.
Gulls flew past me, possibly in the hope that I might have some food for them in my pocket . . .
. . . and mallards splashed down in the river ahead of me.
As I don’t carry food for ducks and gulls, they were all disappointed.
I pottered up the Lodge Walks and round the pheasant hatchery, and my eye was drawn to trees. It is a good year for lichen on tree trunks . . .
. . . and I liked the colour palette on this fallen branch.
Because I was anxious not to trip over any fallen twigs or branches, I was very pleased to find that the estate has made an excellent job of clearing the riverside path back to the Duchess Bridge . . .
. . . with most of the cut timber taken away already and only a few branches left in neat piles.
I enjoyed the variety of designs in the trunks and branches that I passed.
There is still a bit of work to be done near the Duchess Bridge . . .
. . . and the bridge itself is still closed . . .
. . . both because the parapet is slightly damaged, and because the paths on the other side of the bridge are still badly blocked by fallen trees.
I walked on and crossed the river by the Jubilee Bridge where I found a game a football in progress on the Scholars Field.
I stayed to watch for a while, but there was not a lot of goalmouth excitement so I left when the referee blew for half time.
My knee benefited from the gentle exercise, and I arrived home just as Mrs Tootlepedal returned from Carlisle. We sat down to an early cup of tea, and our enjoyment was enhanced when we found that we still had some French biscuits left from our son Alistair’s Christmas hamper.
There is a promise of a bit of sunshine tomorrow. As I will be at church choir in the morning and the Carlisle Community Choir in the afternoon, I will have to try to squeeze a quick outing in between singing. It always seems to be sunny on choir days.
The flying birds of the day are a pair of the Kilngreen gulls flying in formation.