Today’s guest picture is another from my brother Andrew, taken as he passed through Sydney. It shows a tourist-soaking speedboat trip in the shadow of the famous harbour bridge.
I had a far less exciting trip than that today. Mrs Tootlepedal went off to an all day embroiderers’ workshop, entailing some very detailed beadwork and I took advantage of a dry spell to go for a very gentle pedal on the fairly speedy bike.
I just wandered up and down my usual haunts but my slower speed enabled me to spot a fungus or two that I might have missed if I had had my head down and my legs whirring round.
Sometimes you see what looks like something interesting beside the road and it turns out to be a big leaf or a piece of litter so I had to look twice to check that this low lying object really was a fungus…
There is a short distance of fence along the route where the fence posts are dripping with lichen. These three posts are in a row and have a wonderful selection on view.
I was impressed to meet two lady walkers who were on a thirteen miles circuit regardless of the ever present threat of rain.
It started to rain lightly as I neared home but I had time to stop and admire the bright colours of the bramble leaves.
It was very gloomy though and getting a good flying picture was hard.
I hadn’t slept well so I might not have been in the mood for a walk even if the weather had been better and fortunately there was a feast of international rugby on the telly to keep me amused for the rest of the day. I did make a sourdough loaf which Mrs Tootlepedal declared was the best ever for looks and shape. I think that I have cracked the question of the best place and temperature for the two spells when the dough is left to rise which makes the whole process pain free and relatively quick, six hours from start to finish.
I am hoping that a more restful day will lead to a more restful night as we have a big singing day with our Carlisle choir tomorrow with small groups getting extra teaching and I would like to be in a state to make the most of it.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch in the rain. (I am looking forward in a perverse way to getting some really cold weather so that new visitors come to the feeder.)