Today’s guest picture was sent to me my former colleague Ada. She has been for a trip across the Atlantic.
After our lengthy spell of warm, wet and windy weather, we had a change today. It was cold, wet and windy.
The morning looked fairly hopeful as far as the wet bit went so I turned down the offer of treacle scones and went off on my bike for the first pedal of the week.
It was quite chilly at 5°C and a brisk wind kept away any thoughts of a speedy average speed but I was well wrapped up and able to ignore some light drizzle as I started out.
The drizzle soon faded away and I enjoyed my trip out to Paddockhole and back, especially the ‘back’ with the wind now behind me.
I stopped near Paddockhole for two pictures….a splash of colour on a grey day…
….and a miniature two arch bridge beside it. (Two pipe bridge to be more accurate.)
I had had a bit of a mental struggle to go dressed in my cycling gear and actually go cycling but once again Dr Velo had worked his magic and I felt much more positive by the time that I got home.
Mrs Tootlepedal had advanced from taking tiles up to putting tiles down and was hard at work in the bathroom so I filled the feeders and settled down to do the crossword and stare out of the window at the same time.
I was keeping an eye out for goldfinches…
…but they didn’t look too happy to have their privacy intruded upon by me….
…or a chaffinch.
There were plenty more chaffinches waiting around…
…and other welcome visitors too.
Because I don’t see a robin often, I have put two pictures of this one in today to try to encourage more to come.
A much more infrequent visitor was this redpoll, a sure sign of the coming winter.
I was so perked up by my morning cycle ride that I determined to go for an afternoon walk as well. The forecast had preferred the afternoon’s chances to the morning but there were some threatening black clouds in the offing so I put on stout boots and my best ex-golfing waterproof jacket.
This was just as well because I only had time for a single look at some berries on the Kirk Wynd…
…before a few light drops of rain began to fall. I pushed on until I got to the open hill but when the few drops turned to a steady shower….
…and the clouds swept in over the hills, I headed over towards the Newcastleton road and came home via the Lamb Hill.
My jacket proved invaluable and kept me dry as the rain got heavier and heavier. Typically, the rain stopped as soon as I got back to the town.
While I was on the High Street, I purchased some more of the popular pink pellets and ordered fresh supplies of coffee beans. These ones will come from Sumatra.
Mrs Tootlepedal had finally finished the cork tiling by the time that I got home and I must say, it looks very professional.
I changed out of my damp trousers and boots and put in some time practising songs for both our Langholm and Carlisle choirs. We are going to have to learn several songs for a competition early next year so I am trying to improve my musical memory. My musical memory is very poor and I stand in awe of musicians who can play whole concertos or sing an evening of songs without looking at a note or word.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I had a very pleasant hour playing flute and recorder sonatas, some of which contained many of the correct notes in the right key and at the right time. We were proud.
By the time that they left, the temperature had dropped to 2.5°C and we may see our first frost of the back end when we wake up tomorrow morning.
The flying bird of the day is one of our small army of chaffinches.