Today’s guest picture is a seasonal one sent to me by Gavin and taken on Beaver Mountain in the USA by his son or daughter-in-law who are skiing there.
We had a wonderful Christmas day with wall to wall sunshine and a much reduced wind. Inside the house all was good as well with Mrs Tootlepedal cooking up a feast and everyone joining in the eating of it with gusto.
The presents which we received and gave turned out to be exactly what everyone had wanted and not a cross word was spoken all day.
Mrs Tootlepedal and my sisters went off to church where they enjoyed the service and Pat and I went up to the Moorland bird feeders to check that they were filled. In spite of the sunshine, the light was not good as the sun was shining straight towards our screen so we only sat long enough for me to take a perching chaffinch…
…and a woodpecker who had not discouraged an approaching chaffinch.
I went down to the Kilngreen on my way home to see if I could wish the heron a happy Christmas. The heron wasn’t there. Pat walked home from there to work up an appetite for the feast. When my sisters got home from church, I went for a quick walk with my sister Mary for the same purpose.
As we passed Pool Corner, we saw a heron.
The heron saw us….
…and floated off leaving Pool Corner looking peaceful in the morning sun.
Our walk was brisk and uneventful, though I did find a moment to admire some lichen…
…and some colourful turkey tail fungus….
…and have a brief word with the Young Riders Group’s pony.
We walked along Gaskell’s Walk and then down to the start of the Murtholm fields before walking back along the path beside the river Esk. This is subject to trees falling down the bank above it and landslips blocking the path from time to time. There were no freshly fallen trees today and only a very small landslip…
…so we passed by safely.
The church was looking more midsummer than midwinter as we went through the park.
And I took a special picture of the source of Christmas bells.
Our lunch was everything a Christmas lunch should be. Afterwards, Mary and I not wanting to waste a rare day of sunshine, nipped out for another short walk but by this time the light was too low for photographs.
The afternoon was spent opening presents, doing jigsaws and battling with an enormous holiday crossword (and just sitting down and groaning gently from time to time).
In the evening we settled round the kitchen table for a game of cards where I put up with characteristically bad luck uncomplainingly (almost) while my sister Susan was narrowly triumphant. It’s not for nothing that the game is called Oh Hell.
We are promised another reasonable day tomorrow before the gales return so we hope to make good use of it.
The flying bird of the day was that heron.
I would like to finish in time honoured way by wishing a Happy Christmas to all my readers. Thank you for taking time to read these ramblings and thank you in particular to the regular band of commentators whose input always brightens my day.