Today’s guest picture comes from my friend Bruce’s recent tour of the north of England and shows a very uncharacteristic yellow telephone box. It is part of Hull Telecoms, the only place in Britain which doesn’t bow the knee to British Telecom.
Just as welcome as the light winds was the arrival of Dropscone at coffee time carrying traditional Friday treacle scones and a gift of leeks which he had purchased at a very advantageous price on an early morning shopping trip to Carlisle.
The treacle scones were disposed of with coffee and the leeks were later turned into leek and potato soup for lunch.
While we were drinking our coffee, we had the first visit for some time from some starlings.
During the day. Mrs Tootlepedal was in full decorating mode, filling, painting, stripping and painting again. I spent a good deal of time perfecting the art of not getting under her feet. I have had a good deal of practice at this and am pretty good at it.
I did get asked to one little bit of helping and I added getting the key for Monday’s camera club meeting, doing the crossword, chopping some of the neighbour’s ex cherry tree up and rehearsing the tenor part for Mozart’s requiem to my morning activities before making the soup so it wasn’t an entirely wasted time.
After lunch, it stopped raining and the prospects looked reasonable enough to tempt me out for a walk. I am trying to get a mix between cycling and walking now that I have got a walkable knee in place.
Over the last three weeks I have been up three of Langholm’s four hills so I thought that I would round the quartet off with a walk up Castle Hill today.
I cheated by driving round to the Lodge Walks before starting to walk.
There are lambs all around now…
As I may have remarked before, our hills are tightly packed round the town and are quite steep so it doesn’t take you long to get excellent views. I was soon in a position to look back at the other three hills.
Other views were available from the top of the hill.
The are some lovely ridges to walk along and I am hoping to get some use out of them in the months to come.
The ground on Castle Hill was made difficult for a walker by having been heavily trampled by cattle but luckily they have been temporarily taken off the hill so I was able to pick my way up and down in peace.
Instead of going straight back down to the car, I wandered through two woods…
It wasn’t a peaceful part of my walk as something was making the most horrendous din up a tree. To my surprise, upon examination it turned out to be robin giving it six bells from a bough.
On my way through the coniferous wood, my eye was caught by a patch of silver. I thought it was some sort wet grass and took a picture of it because it looked a little strange. When I looked at it on my computer, I was delighted by the picture that I had taken but baffled as to what it is.
I walked down to the road at the pheasant hatchery and was able to see that the wind had taken one more victim.
This willow has fallen exactly on the spot where Sandy and I have often stood to watch the nuthatches at their nest. It has brought down one of the branches of that tree too. It is a lesson not to go bird watching in a gale.
Just as I got to the car, I saw a large patch of fungus on a mound.
When I got home, the feeder was busy….
Mrs Tootlepedal finally stopped decorating for the day and I cycled up to the chip shop to get her a well deserved fish supper as a reward for hard work.
I have been looking at my cycle stats and found that I had cycled 278 miles in March. This is about half of what I did in February last year but it is a start on the road to full recovery. A few warm days in April would be most welcome.
Between the rain in the morning and sun from the wrong direction in the late afternoon, flying birds were hard to come by so this rather grainy one will have to do.