Today’s guest picture, from my brother’s camera, speaks for itself.
There was little or no wind and the thermometer was showing a very stingy 4.5°C when Dropscone, Scott and I set out for a morning pedal to Gair and back after breakfast. As a result, the start of our journey was shrouded in a clammy mist which made things feel even colder. Happily, we came out of the mist and into sunshine after three or four miles. The sun shining on the mist beside us as we climbed up the hill past Wauchope Schoolhouse gave rise to a natural phenomenon which I have never seen before, a white rainbow.
This is of course a contradiction in terms but it was a perfectly formed and quite small white arch, apparently just a few yards away from us and I wondered if my cycling glasses were removing the colour from it but a look over the top of them showed that this was not the case. The effect was quite magical and the more so, as Dropscone observed, because we may never see such a sight again.
The ride itself was slightly unsatisfactory because we rarely managed to find a speed that suited all three of us at the same time but we got round safely and enjoyed the scones and coffee afterwards.
It was such a lovely day that when the coffee klatch broke up, Mrs Tootlepedal and I took the car up to the White Yett to see if the mist was still hanging around the valley below in a picturesque way. We were a few minutes too late and the mist was visibly rising as we drove up the hill but there were still some photo opportunities to be had when we got there.
We intended to drive home over the hill with the mist pouring over it which is featured in the second picture above but the road was shut due to timber felling so we turned back and used the direct route instead.
I had a quick walk round the garden when we got back. There is still colour to be seen (and eaten).
And there are still a few insects to enjoy as well.
I enjoyed this one so much that I am taking the liberty of putting a second shot of it in.
It is visiting a pale delphinium. What pleasure the macro lens gives.
Another cheese and tomato sandwich, the tomato taken from the rapidly dwindling tomato mountain (now just a molehill) made for a tasty lunch. Mrs Tootlepedal made the part of the crop which was too late to ripen into green tomato chutney this morning and the house was filled with appetising aromas.
After lunch, as the day was still fine, Mrs Tootlepedal and I ventured out for a short walk. I had hoped that the recent rain would have led to an up-rush of fungi but either we weren’t looking in the right place or there wasn’t one.
Still, the walk along the riverside and back via Gaskell’s was very enjoyable in its own right. Our way was very nearly blocked by a small landslide on the riverside path….
…and although the light was poor, I thought that the sight of the still upright tree stump which had been carried down onto the path by the mud slide was odd enough to merit a picture.
There were prettier sights to see as we went along.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle to play with our recorder group. We had a very good evening of playing and the after-tootle biscuits were of a particularly high quality as well so that rounded off the day in fine style.
I didn’t have much time to stare out of the window today so the flying bird of the day is a snatched picture of a chaffinch.