Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone, who went for a walk a couple of days ago with his new camera and bumped into this fine crop of fungus.
We woke to blue skies and a hint of sunshine so after a leisurely breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal donned her gardening gear and I wrapped myself up in several layers of cycling clothing and we were sipping a stimulating cup of coffee getting ready to go outside when we looked up and saw that it was raining heavily.
It stopped raining so I put out a pellet or two….
…girded up my loins and went off pedalling in the hope that the shower was an isolated one.
Meanwhile, Mrs Tootlepedal set about some tulip bulbs with a trowel.
I chose a route of about the same length as yesterday’s but with half the hill climbing so I was able to enjoy the brief spells of sunshine, ignore the occasional showers and, with the aid of a friendly breeze, come back home much more quickly than I went out.
With an ever present threat of rain, I didn’t dawdle and only stopped to take one picture.
This was the River Esk looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in its mouth. Whether it will look like this tomorrow is another question as the forecasters are offering us a possible twelve hours of heavy rain overnight and in the morning. We shall see.
I was very pleased to have been able to get a couple of thirty mile rides in to end a miserable month and they brought my total mileage for the year to 3,500 just beating my total for 2012, my worst year since I started keeping my stats on a spreadsheet but a long way short of my best of 6,600 in 2011. I will have to try harder next year (and get better weather).
There was just enough light left when I had arrived home and had had a little sit down to recover to be able to watch a bird or two.
The warm weather has meant that garden feeders are not a priority for our local birds and things have been very quiet lately. I saw a few goldfinches today….
…but the plum tree was not busy….
…and it is hard to believe that Dr Barlow, our local bird ringer, netted over 100 different birds in our garden over two mornings in April 2013.
I summoned up enough energy to prepare a sourdough loaf (which is enjoying its second rise as I type this) and have a shower and then spent the rest of the evening perfecting my dark nights relaxation technique.
A flying chaffinch ends a short and dull post, well suited to another short and dull day. Roll on the new year and some better weather.