Today’s guest picture is one that my brother cunningly took of himself at Red Tarn above Buttermere in the Lake District on his recent visit there with my elder sisters. He loves to scamper up a mountain if one is available.
Today was a marked improvement on the recent windy and wet weather as it settled for merely being windy and not nearly as windy as before at that. This brought the birds back to the garden in force and there were plenty for me to watch as I prepared a venison stew for the slow cooker after Mrs Tootlepedal had left to sing with the church choir.
There was a moment when a six pack of siskins stole the show….
Sometimes the siskins were arguing with each other.
It was pretty strong, with frequent gusts of 30 mph to contend with so my progress was rather stately. At one time, I stopped pedalling while I was going down a short hill and my speed instantly dropped to 7 mph. It wasn’t much faster when I was pedalling.
As I am still running in my new knee, I didn’t want to put to much stress on it by cycling into the wind for an extended period so I resorted to doing short laps up to Wauchope School and back which gave me a rest from the wind every few miles. The sun came out as I pedalled along and without the wind, it would have been a good day for cycling.
All the same, I managed to add another three miles to my new knee’s longest distance and since there were no serious climbs involved, it held up very well and didn’t complain at all.
I passed a selection of joggers and other cyclists on my way so it felt quite cheerful even though the strength of the wind made it much harder work than I would have wished. I would be lying if I said that I enjoyed cycling uphill and into the wind and even the pleasure of whizzing back down again didn’t really offset the grind.
I could do with a good solid ridge of high pressure to calm the weather down and give me a chance to get some distance in as I am not only dreadfully unfit but getting fatter by the day.
While I was up at Wauchope Schoolhouse on one of my laps, I paused to look at the forestry operations behind the house.
Good days have been a bit scarce lately and it was a pity that a cloudless and warm afternoon should coincide with our Carlisle Community Choir practice but such is life. Fortunately, the practice was a very good one so at least we didn’t feel that the time was wasted and the drive was was pleasant both coming and going.
The venison stew turned out well and as it was followed by some semolina pudding, the day must be counted as one of those to be unequivocally entered on the plus side of the great ledger of life.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch keeping an eye out for trouble at the feeder.