Today’s guest picture is the last in the series of my sister Mary’s London park shots. (I am now out of guest pictures and would welcome contributions from kind readers.)
It was another still and misty day when I got up but there was no chance of an early pedal as I had to take the pictures that had been brought in to our camera club meeting last night up to the Information Hub to add them to our exhibition.
I took a moment to nip round the garden in a bit of sunshine to make a note of some of the unusual amount of November colour…
There were quite a few to hang but luckily, Sandy popped in after an early walk and gave me a hand so the task was soon completed. The Hub is not a large room but it has been neatly painted and has good lights so it was ideal for our small display.
Sandy walked home with me with a view to having a cup of coffee and as we crossed the suspension bridge, the combination of sunshine and mist suggested that a photographic outing might be worthwhile.
Mrs Tootlepedal was up for an outing too so after coffee, we drove up to the White Yett and, leaving Mrs Tootlepedal to explore the lower slopes with her binoculars, Sandy and I walked up the track towards the monument with our cameras.
The layers of mist were rather erratic and there a question as to whether the walk would prove to be a good idea but we soon emerged out of the mist and into a glorious day.
When we started, we could see under and over the mist…
Mrs Tootlepedal was in cheerful mood having had a mixture of mist and sunshine for her walks along the road. She had spotted a good collection of fungus along the roadside so we went to look.
In fact that was the last we saw of any sunshine for the rest of the day. Although I did get out for a short bike ride after lunch, I didn’t go far as Dropscone, who had been to Dumfries, had rung up to warn me of thick fog on Callister and even when I stuck close to home, it soon got too gloomy for safety.
It had even got too chilly and dark for Mrs Tootlepedal to continue gardening.
I didn’t go to Carlisle for recorder playing in the evening as Susan was away on holiday and one of our other members was absent too. This was not a bad thing, as I had far too many pictures to look through after such a good walk.
One of my favourites was this panorama from the top of Whita taken with my phone showing the mist in the two valleys.
In the midst of all the excitement, I managed to catch a goldfinch in flight.