Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone. He is lurking in the south of England while visiting his eldest son and took the opportunity to visit Chartwell, home of Winston Churchill.
The day started badly as we woke to the sound of heavy rain but I was not deterred. After breakfast, I put on my waterproof clothing and went up to the High Street to get some money out of the cash machine and then went back down Thomas Telford Road to spend the money at our monthly producers market.
Being a man of habit, I bought fish, meat, cheese and honey and went home in a very cheerful mood. Sadly, thanks to the recent bad weather, I won’t be able to eat any of this as I am getting very stout through lack of exercise.
Well maybe, I will have a morsel (or two) here and there.
When I got home, I collected Mrs Tootlepedal and we drove up to the Laverock Hide at the Moorland Feeders, where a tree planting session had been organised. In spite of the wet weather, most of the trees had already been planted by the time that we got there but after a chat with the organiser….
…Mrs Tootlepedal planted two trees and I planted one while the rain relented for a while.
We were watched closely by a female pheasant.
These hand reared birds are so tame that it is amazing to think that people pay good money to come from miles away to shoot them but it provides local employment so it has its supporters.
It was lunch time when we got home but I had time to peer out of the window at a good supply of birds visiting our feeder.
On the ground, a robin and a dunnock provide a change from the endless chaffinches…
…and the jackdaws pile into the pellets.
After lunch, the light seemed to get a bit better as the clouds lifted off the hills and although it was still raining, it seemed a much more cheerful day so we put our coats on again and went off for a walk.
This turned out to be a good decision as it was warm and calm and the rain often stopped as we went round. The light was much better than it has been in recent days and we could even see the tops of our hills.
We had to keep our eyes down a lot as we walked as it was wet and at times slippery under foot but when we stopped and looked around, there was plenty of colour still left, both on the trees…
…and on the ground.
Our paths were carpeted by leaves and provided us with a variety of tints as we walked.
..but this moment was my favourite.
Just round the corner, we got a view of the town…
…slightly marred as usual by the ugly scaffolding on the Erskine Church spire.
We kept an eye out for fungi and lichen but saw very little until near the end of our walk.
These look more like fungi to me…
…and the one on the right was so fresh and shiny that it was positively glowing. There was dog lichen in good condition to be seen on a wall too.
There had been enough rain to fill a little man made cascade with water as we came down the hill to the saw mill.
As we crossed the Castleholm towards the Jubilee Bridge, we hit another spell of rain.
During our walk we had heard some ferocious shouting and screaming as though a small war had broken out but it turned out to be only a football match on the shiny new artificial pitch on the Scholars’ Field at the school.
This wasn’t a match involving our local team and I am sure grass pitches would have been unplayable in the wet so it was good to see this new pitch being used.
When we got home, a honeysuckle in flower in November emphasised just how odd our weather has been.
It should have been all berries by now.
Considering how wet it was in the morning, we felt very lucky to have been able to enjoy such a pleasant walk with only occasional umbrella work needed. Walking on soggy paths had been quite hard work though and we were very happy to spend the rest of the day relaxing.
The better light did let me get a reasonable flying bird of the day today.