Today’s guest picture comes from my brother’s visit to Sydney on his way back to the UK from NZ. He said it was hot there and here is the proof.
It was far from hot here this morning and the thermometer was only just grazing 5°C when I set out for a pedal after breakfast. Dropscone is enjoying the fleshpots of the south west of England on holiday so I was on my own and this was lucky as it took me a long time to warm my old muscles up in the chilly weather.
Once I got going though, I enjoyed myself without trying to go too fast. I took a route that avoided any possible hedge trimmings and ended up at Paddockhole bridge which was looking quite pretty.
I took care and got home safely.
The birds were in a topsy turvy mood.
After lunch (I am currently addicted to goat’s cheese and tomato open sandwiches), the weather behaved well again and the rain stopped so, since Mrs Tootlepedal and I were in the mood for some fresh air, we went for a walk round the Becks.
The larch trees are very attractive just now…..
…..and I am enjoying them a bit more than usual because there is a larch disease sweeping the country and the local estate is busy cutting down most of their larches as a preventative measure. This may well be the last golden larch autumn for some time in our area. As we walked up the road to Hallcrofts, we passed several trees so covered in lichen that you could hardly see any wood on them at all.I had Mrs Tootlepedal on special interest look out and she spotted the first catkins of the season that we have seen.Once we were in the woods and across the Becks Burn, there were plenty of fungi to be seen, even if there wasn’t much light to see them with. (I had intended to bring a torch to brighten up any items of interest but it will come as no surprise to you to learn that I forgot to put it in my pocket.)
Once we got up to the path that runs along the hillside, the light was a little better. Once again the weather was in mellow mood and although it had been drizzling while we were in the shelter of the trees, it stopped when we got out into the open.
I like this track. It has some fine examples of rural architecture….
Our way back took us past some more interesting fungus/slime mold/lichen?? on a tree stump….
I did some more idling in the gloaming as the light faded swiftly away and then in the evening went to Carlisle to play recorders. I drove down by myself because Susan is on holiday with her father in the south. We had an excellent evening of playing which made a very pleasing finale to a day of gentle activity and refreshing resting.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow. There’s a novelty.