Today’s picture is from my brother Andrew and shows a view of Wellington Harbour on New Year’s day.
On reading other people’s blog, I see that the thing to do is to have a retrospective view of 2011 at this time. I am ever a keen follower of fashion so here goes:
2011. Weather not very good, didn’t get out much.
On the other hand 2012 started off very well with a pleasant sunny day. The garden was full of birds on bushes which didn’t have raindrops on them…
…the street outside was loud with the sound of music as the town band made its annual procession round the town..
…and there was a plentiful supply of bread in the house.
I should have seized the opportunity and started the year with a decent pedal but I gave my bad knee a tremendous tweak last night when getting the bottle of port out of the cupboard for a celebratory glass and I didn’t want to do it more damage as it was still rather sore. Instead, I went with Mrs Tootlepedal to the moorland bird feeding station and topped up the feeders. They were full of birds again within minutes of us finishing.
And a woodpecker arrived to make my day. They are such attractive birds that seeing one of them makes the task of filling the feeders a pleasure.
There were so many birds about that it had to share the feeder.
I was just thinking that I ought to call it a nutpecker rather than a woodpecker when it lived up to its name.
The neighbouring nut feeder was playing host to a good number of greenfinches.
I was pleased to see a fine male pheasant right in front of me.
I have received a request from a Mr Tom Stothart of Walter Street to put less bird pictures on the blog. He should think himself lucky. I took 80 pictures of birds during the course of today so he is getting just a fraction of what I could put on.
However, the readers’ wishes are always upmost in my mind so I have compressed a series of lively finches in the garden into a composite image.
Fortunately I had anticipated Tom’s wishes and taken a set of pictures of the chimney pots of Henry Street.
It shows how many open fires were needed to heat a building in the good old days. I managed to drop my camera lens cover out of the window while I was taking these shots and I had to get a ladder out and retrieve it from the gutter. Mrs Tootlepedal, who spends quite a lot of time helping me to remember where I have put my lens cover, was not amused.
In the end, the weather was just too nice to waste and I got the slow bike out to give my knee a little test. I pedalled up the Galaside to a little past the quarry at Peden’s view. Looking back at Whita Hill on the way up the road in the low sunlight showed just how many humps and hollows there are on the hillside.
The stone dyke up the hill in front of me was picked out very sharply. The people who built these walls weren’t afraid of hard work.
I took a last glance at a sun kissed hillside….
..before heading home by way of Bruce and Lesley’s where I took in a small glass of beer in honour of the season. When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal was at work in the garden. There is a daffodil in bud there, most unusual for January 1st.
Tom visited us in the evening which rounded off a very satisfactory day. Even better is the fact that the short pedal hasn’t had a harmful effect on my knee. Weather permitting, I will give it a longer go tomorrow.