Today’s guest pictures come from my elder sisters’ Christmas visit to my younger brother. As you can see, like all old people today, they are obsessed with technology and traditional games like charades have flown out of the window.
After yesterday’s glut of eating and walking, Mrs Tootlepedal and I took things more easily today and settled for light meals and a single walk. I didn’t do much looking out of the window either because it was really a day for perching birds only.
We continued on over the ridge and down into the Tarras Valley where we parked and embarked on a short walk. There was no wind at all in the shelter of the hills and it was very pleasant to walk along the Tarras, listening to the music it makes as it tumbles over countless little rapids.
On the hillside behind the house there is a network of walls which must have been for collecting and sorting sheep.
Our walk was brilliantly timed because it started to drizzle as we passed the Christmas tree and it was raining hard by the time we got home.
Some cold cuts and a very superior version of bubble and squeak made for an excellent lunch and once again we reflected that one of the joys of a good Christmas dinner is the number of tasty meals it provides (with a little imagination) over the subsequent few days.
Then we settled down for some serious relaxation for the rest of the day. Mrs Tootlepedal has got stuck into some new stumpwork embroidery techniques so that kept her happy and I need no excuse for idling so I was happy too.
We are promised several days of sub or near zero temperatures so walking may not be the simple proposition that it should be for me. If it does get really cold, I am hoping that my knee will bend enough to allow me to get on the exercise bike, at least for a few minutes at a time. Fingers crossed.
I managed to catch a single flying chaffinch in the morning mistiness.