Today’s guest picture is a shot of one of my sister Mary’s favourite haunts, the Queen Mary’s garden, Regent’s Park.
It was my morning duty to spend a couple of hours in the Information Hub in the High Street, giving out information to any local or visitor who might require it. This was an opportunity to hit two targets with one arrow as it was also the day to hang the photographs for our camera club exhibition. Sandy kindly appeared to give me a lift up with the pictures and help with the hanging and we soon had a decent display on the walls.
After the pictures were hung, I had to hang about for another hour and a bit, not giving out any information although I did force anyone who came in for any reason to look at the pictures. They were very grateful to have them drawn to their attention.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been at a church choir practice while I but as soon as I got back, she suggested a trip to cut some bracken to put on the top of her vegetable beds as winter protection. As the sun had rather surprisingly come out, I went with her, camera in hand.
We were held up by some partridges….
We got to our chosen spot and Mrs Tootlepedal was soon hard at work.
Some slime mould (I think) proved hard to shoot without my macro lens.
Although it was sunny, the mist was never far away.
I was starving so I went in for lunch while Mrs Tootlepedal laid the bracken on one of the vegetable beds.
After lunch, I had a quick look at the birds…
I should have gone for a pedal but the persistently damp weather has got to my breathing and I could only summon up enough energy for a walk. The sun was still out when I set off round Gaskell’s and the Becks. As always, the park wall was full of interest…
As I went along, the mist started to creep down the valley and soon the sun was blotted out. It was warm and still though so walking was a pleasure and the views were fine
On my way, I passed an enormous fungus.
I found the little cascade but it was in a dark spot in the woods and I would have had to stand in the middle of the stream with a tripod for a good shot. As I had neither wellies nor a tripod, I took the best shot that I could as a reminder to myself to go back and try again later.
The fungus that had carpeted the wood on my last visit had largely gone but the strange white fingers were still sticking out of the ground in places and some large fungus by a stable had been there so long that it had mould on it.
In the early evening, my flute pupil Luke came and showed that he now has the ability to play quietly in a sustained style which is a useful step forward.
Then I went off to our monthly camera club meeting where we had the double pleasure of two new members and a raft of interesting pictures to look at. Several members brought in more pictures for our exhibition so I will go up and hang them in the morning (before you ask…the pictures, not the members).
I managed to catch a flying bird of the day while the weak sun was out.