Irritatingly, although the weather was pleasant enough, the temperature in the morning was just too cold for cycling. I had to scrape ice off the car window when I went to take it to the garage for its MOT. As I am under strict instructions to try not to fall off again, I had to say no when Chuck rang me up to see if I was going out for a morning ride.
Instead, I settled down to do some editing of sound files for the Heritage DVD and then put the sound with pictures to illustrate the journey from Riddings Junction to Langholm. I am collecting recollections from various people to add colour to the trip.
The morning was very sunny and this let me take some nice sharp shots of birds as well as some action pictures of the feeders on the plum tree.
Some of the sharp ones first:
Meanwhile elsewhere all is go, go, go….
All this was very exciting so to calm myself down after lunch, I set off on my bike round the ‘morning run’ the wrong way, going up Wauchope first. It was still a lovely day and I paused for a moment to take a shot of this small hill with a trig point on its summit.
However, my enjoyment was spoiled when, just after I had passed Glenzier, a ‘pop’ told me that I had got a blow out. I discovered later that a thorn had pierced the tyre. I was of course, exactly at the furthest point from home when this happened as is always the case. Mrs Tootlepedal was out on a cycle ride of her own, and even if she had been in, the car was at the garage so I was facing a very long walk home. Fortunately, Doctor Tinker was kind enough to come to my rescue and after I had walked a mile or so, he arrived to pick me and the bike up. He asked, reasonably enough, why I wasn’t carrying a puncture kit or at least one of these reflators and sealers you can buy nowadays. My only excuse was old age and forgetfulness. I think I will buy one of these gadgets to seal and blow up your tyre.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal arrived very soon after. She had only done three miles of the ride that she had intended to do because the cold weather had made her fingers turn white. That sounds like a good enough excuse to me.
I was going to go out on my second bike to make up my distance but just as I was leaving the house, I met Grace, the daughter of the the last stationmaster at Langholm, out for a walk. I seized the opportunity to get her to come into the house and record some material for the DVD. Just after we finished the recording, the garage rang to say that the the car had passed its MOT and was ready for collection so I walked up and collected it.
In the evening I went to the bowling club for a fast and furious session of slot car racing which rounded off the day very nicely indeed.
For anyone with too much time on their hands, I have put an album of 78 siskin pictures on Picasa. You can find them here.
Health warning: siskins can become addictive and may be bad for your health or at least waste a lot of your time.