Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew and shows the River Derwent at Derby on a very, very calm day.
The forecast was for a warm and sunny day and I had a dream of what I might do on such an unusual day. Sadly the dream was dashed as soon as I woke up. It was not the weather that was disappointing. Indeed it was probably the best day of the whole year. It was my ability to make any good use of it that had vanished as almost every joint in my body was aching when I got up.
There was no obvious reason for this and I didn’t feel ill in any way but I did feel sore. I faced up to this misfortune bravely and didn’t moan for more than fifty minutes in any given hour for the rest of the day. As a result there is not much to write about the day at all as it consisted for the most part of going out into the garden to enjoy the warm weather for a short while and then going back in again to sit down and hope that things got better.
I took Pocketcam with me on my excursions into the garden of course.
I met beauty and the beast.
There was more beauty than beast about though.
And some of the beasts were very handsome.
As I couldn’t hold up the big camera, I set it up on a tripod at the kitchen window but it was hard to get it set to catch flying birds when the light was right….
Luckily, there was the athletics world championships on the telly to take my mind off my troubles. Mrs Tootlepedal went off for a cycle ride after lunch, by which time the wind had become very strong. She enjoyed being blown up the hills on the way out to Westwater but she was not so taken with having to pedal quite hard to down the hills on the way back.
By the early evening, my knees had settled down enough to encourage me to go out for a short and very slow walk round Gaskells. It was such an outstandingly pleasant day that not to go out at all would have been a crime.
I kept an eye out for fungi on my way and spotted one or two.
I walked through shady dells….
When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal kindly made the tea and that rounded off a seriously underused lovely day. I am hoping the aching joints disappear in the night as suddenly and mysteriously as they came. I would be keeping my fingers crossed if they didn’t hurt when I cross them.
The flying bird of the day must be regarded sympathetically as it was the best I could do.