Today’s guest picture was sent to me by my friend Bruce who was visiting Hawick today. It shows his terrier Guthrie posing in front of the statue of Jimmy Guthrie, the celebrated racing motor cyclist. Bruce thought that this juxtaposition might appeal to me and he was right.
It was my day for filling the Moorland bird feeders and Mrs Tootlepedal joined me when I drove up after breakfast. I filled the feeders while Mrs Tootlepedal scanned the skies with her binoculars. Wherever I looked, I could see pheasants searching for seeds fallen from the feeders.
Not having brought my binoculars, there was little for me to enjoy so we soon headed back home.
Mrs Tootlepedal was beavering away in the garden for most of the rest of the day but I confined myself to a little compost turning in the morning and mowing the middle lawn in the afternoon. The lawn has got some alarming brown patches developing but from a distance it still looks reasonable for the time of year.
During the day I took the camera out into the garden from time to time and mixed flowers and insects as the light suggested.
I broke off to make some potato soup for lunch. Our main crop Sarpo potatoes make excellent soup as they tend to cook a bit mushy.
In the afternoon, I mixed more garden wandering with getting fifteen pictures selected, treated and printed for the Eskdale Agricultural Show which is on this Saturday. I find it very hard to select pictures from the large numbers in my files and never really think that I have chosen the best. After staring at thousands of thumbnails for an hour or so, my brain goes even deader than usual and I start selecting wildly. Luckily Mike Tinker came in when I was nearly finished and as a result of his advice, I junked one of the most boring pictures that I had chosen and put a better one in.
In the garden I had another look at the sweet peas which have appeared among other flowers.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to our Langholm Community Choir, Langholm Sings. Our accompanist is in hospital so we had to make do as best as we could with our assistant conductor at the piano. She is not a pianist but did very well to keep us going. We seem to be preparing for a Christmas concerts with both our choirs so we may be fairly fed up with Christmas carols by the time that December comes.
My best effort at a flying bird of the day was this chaffinch.