Today’s guest picture was sent to me by my son Tony and shows one of his large pack of fierce hounds.Another dry day, this time with added sunshine and light winds, made for a unmissable chance to go cycling and this time, I didn’t miss it.
There was a moment of distraction before I got going when I noticed a newcomer at the bird feeder. It was early in the day and the light wasn’t good but this was the first sighting in the autumn of a brambling in the garden so I have put the picture in for the record.
In spite of the sunshine, it was a fairly nippy 6°C when I set off so I was well wrapped up. I had judged the clothing level well though and I maintained a good temperature, not too hot, not too cold, for the whole ride.
I was helped by going at a very steady pace as I was in no hurry and kept an eye out for views which might show why pedalling up the Ewes valley is my favourite Sunday morning run.
On the way up, I stopped to look to my left….
The flat ground comes to an abrupt end though and the head of the valley is surrounded by hills….
Instead of going straight on up the main road to Mosspaul as I usually do, the fine weather persuaded me to turn right at Fiddleton Toll and head for the hills. The road has been recently resurfaced and was a pleasure to ride along.
Unlike the capricious wind of last week, the gentle wind in my face on the way up today had slightly strengthened but kept its direction so I was able to pedal back to Langholm with a light heart and twinkling legs.
When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal and I sawed off another limb of the apple tree and Mrs Tootlepedal did some excellent trimming and shredding so that everything was tided away by the time that I had had a shower.
I took a picture or two in the garden while I was out there.
The feeder was now in the sunshine but there were no bramblings to be seen, just sparrows…
In the afternoon, we went to Carlisle to combine a little shopping with a choir practice. We are singing at the switching on of the Christmas Lights in the city centre next month so we concentrated on some Christmas songs today which seemed a bit inappropriate for such a pleasant sunny day but we enjoyed ourselves anyway.
When we got home, we found that a contentious refereeing decision had put the nail in the coffin of Scotland’s chances of going further in the Rugby World Cup so I was exceptionally glad that the choir practice had prevented me from watching the match. I wasn’t very happy but I must have been the happiest rugby supporter in Scotland. I would have been distraught if I had been watching.
We had some baked cod for our tea and then I watched a little uncontentious telly and pruned the pictures for tonight’s post before going to watch the recorded highlights of the game and cry a little.
Today’s flying bird is a chaffinch, cheerfully unconscious of the national disaster ahead.