Today’s guest picture features Bob. He was captured by Liz, the clarinet playing daughter of veteran pennyfarthing cyclist Mike. She has dug a camera out and is finding out about the settings. She is doing pretty well so far in my view.
We woke to another grey day but it was brightened by Mrs Tootlepedal’s return to health and although she had to take things easily today, she was back in working order. She has finished off a new knitted helmet for Matilda and made a pompom to go on top of it. Sandy and Dropscone had arrived for coffee as she was cutting out the cardboard ring for it and it was fun to listen to these two grizzled veterans enthusiastically recalling their pompom making days in their youth.
Although it was too dark to cycle straight after breakfast, I waited a while and did a gentle twenty miles without straying too far from the house, arriving back in perfect time to make the coffee.
It was rather warm today so I took a walk round the garden to check on what is left. Amazingly a sunflower is trying valiantly to come into bloom…
….but it wasn’t very encouraging so I started off a sourdough loaf instead. As I was kneading the dough, a sparrowhawk swooped past the feeder and perched for a moment on the plum tree but it flew off again before I could pick up my camera.
After lunch, Sandy reappeared and we went off for a little walk just to get out of the house. We drove a mile out of town and parked beside the river before walking up Jenny Noble’s Gill.
We passed a fallen toadstool….
As was the case yesterday, when I was at the other end of the hill, the clouds were sitting very low.
Once again, it was pretty well dark by three o’clock and although it is still only November and quite warm, it is feeling very like winter because of the poor light making for very short days.
In the evening, Sandy and I went to the Archive Centre but the failure of the local BT WiFi hotspot to provide an internet connection meant that we were unable to do any work so we gave up in disgust and retired to the Eskdale Hotel for a consolatory drink.
The flying bird of the day spot is back in the hands of the chaffinches again.