Today’s guest picture is a fine mossy roof spotted by my daughter on her recent jaunt to Hampshire.
The forecasters had promised us a sunny day but there was little chance of a suntan and a reasonable chance of getting wet in the morning. I timed my visit to our corner shop with such precision that I caught one of the showers.
Still, I put some of the time spent indoors to good use by using the bike to nowhere in the garage. I am not working very hard on it but I did increase the time spent pedalling and even going gently, my legs knew that they had been in action after quarter of an hour. I think it is going to be harder than I thought it would be when I get out on the roads again.
There was a steady supply of small birds at the feeder and I was pleased to see two or possibly three redpolls.
One got quite fierce and tried to cow another. I take it that they are both young males!
As well as staring out of the window, Mrs Tootlepedal and I continued the work of clearing all the stuff out of our front room. We took the opportunity to throw a lot of ancient possessions out as we did so. This is always a wrench but the chances of us ever watching Grease on video again are very limited so we didn’t cry too much.
After lunch, the weather looked a bit more promising so I drove up to the moorland feeders to see how the hide was coming along.
I stepped inside and took a view through the window and found a blue tit near at hand.
The weather seemed not too bad with high clouds in one direction….
…so I decided to give my knee a little hill work and set off down the road to the banks of the Tarras water. The first part of the trip was through open country and even in winter, there was colour to be seen in the trees.
On the other side of the river, commercial conifer planting sweeps inexorably down the hill.
I had to stop to take a picture or two as I went up the hill as I was anxious not to overdo things. A lichen on a slender tree trunk made me think of my knee for some reason.
Later in the day though, my muscles in both legs felt as though I had walked miles rather than a few hundred yards.
When I got back, we had another go at the front room and made very good progress. My back had been much better ever since I got up and I was a bit worried about annoying it but the worst seems to be past and a little light lifting hasn’t done it any harm that I can feel yet.
I have been able to cut down my painkillers to a few paracetamol a day which is a great relief and if things go as they are, I should soon be able to do without them too. If I could just get a good night’s sleep, I would be a happy man. But then I wouldn’t have anything to complain about so I would be sad.
In the evening, Sandy took me across to Newcastleton where we attended a Liddesdale Camera Club meeting. The visiting adjudicator was commenting on our entries in the “Colour” competition. He was very complimentary about all the entries and I think that the prints in particular were of a good standard. In view of that, I was not too unhappy to fail to catch his eye when the prizes were dished out and correspondingly, Sandy was very pleased to get a well deserved second and a third.
The flying bird of the day is a very vocal chaffinch.