Today’s picture shows a Henry Moore sculpture at Kenwood, taken by my sister Mary.
I had some undeserved treacle scones with my coffee today because after my battles with the wind yesterday, my joints were on strike this morning and I stayed at home. Dropscone who is made of sterner stuff, kindly carried the extra weight of four scones around the morning run and arrived with them bang on time. Very good they were too.
Mike Tinker has sold me his old tripod and I took it out into the garden while I was waiting for Dropscone to arrive and set it up to take a picture of the fuchsia gleaming in the morning sunshine. The value of keeping the camera perfectly still was slightly negated by the breeze which was blowing the flowers about but I waited for the wind to drop for a second and the result was quite sharp.
After Dropscone left, I had time to take a quick picture of a sparrow looking rather scornfully at the poor supply of fat balls….
…before going off to take some pictures with Sandy who had arrived with time to spare before going north to see his grandsons.
We went to the Moorland feeders first. They are in a larch grove and the trees were worth a look just for themselves.
We didn’t see any winter migrants and only one woodpecker arrived.
The position of the sun meant that birds on the far side of the grove were hard to photograph convincingly and the the presence of Sandy and me seemed to discourage a lot of action on the near side so I contented myself with just a couple of shots. A blue tit…..
In spite of the sun, the brisk wind made it chilly sitting there and we soon moved on to see how the autumn colour near the Hollows bridge was getting on.
The trees beside the river were nothing to write home about but the woods beside the road down to the bridge from Gilnockie were better value. It is one of my favourite short stretches of road at this time of year and I hope that a few pictures might show why that is.
The low sunlight through the woods beside the road made everything look particularly lovely. Sometimes you couldn’t see the wood for the trees….
..but sometimes you could see the wood.
We parked the car at the bottom of the hill and I looked south along the old A7 which is now part of our morning cycle run.
Sandy dropped me at home in time for lunch and I did think of going for a pedal but my legs voted against it as the wind was still pretty brisk. By the time that the wind had dropped later in the afternoon, it had got rather cold so I stayed inside and played on Photoshop with the pictures which I had taken in the morning.
I did venture out into the garden for a moment to snap a marigold as the forecast is for near zero temperatures over the weekend and the flowers may soon be gone.
After only a few hours practice and having only read about 40 of the 700 pages of my guidebook, I can safely say that there is good deal more to learn but first impressions are of infinite time wasting possibilities in the effort to produce the best possible result. The first thing that I will have to learn is when to stop.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to a social for the workers and helpers with the pony driving for the disabled group and she came home after good night out with a very fetching rosette.
In her absence, I enjoyed some flute and recorder playing with Alison who came round with Mike, having only just arrived back in Langholm from a long car journey in the dark from seeing their daughter. That is dedication to music.
The flying bird of the day is a buzzard which Sandy spotted at the Hollows.