Today’s guest picture shows the fine crop which our daughter, Annie picked from her allotment in London yesterday. Not bad to get potatoes in January.
ALERT: There are far too many pictures in today’s post. If you are a busy person, look away now.
I was feeling a little worse for wear when I woke up but the sun was coming up and the snow was hanging around so I took a little walk to see if some fresh air would brighten me up. It did.
I was hoping for some snow and sunshine pictures but I was too early for the sun to have hit the town when I looked back down from Scott’s Knowe…
…and there was only a hint of it as I walked on.
The Wauchope valley was deep in shade…
…but there was a glimpse of the sun reflected at Pool Corner.
But when I walked on down to the park, I finally got my sun and snow snapshot.
In fact, I got two.
It was a beautiful morning to be out and as you can see from the tracks in the snow, I was not the only one who was enjoying the conditions.
I walked down to the suspension bridge and looked back at the church…
…and then went back home for breakfast.
Mrs Tootlepedal was up and about, feeling quite a bit better but not well enough to go and sing in the church choir. I had been perked up by my walk but I wasn’t able to persuade Mrs Tootlepedal to join me for another quick excursion so I went off for another short walk by myself, this time to the Castleholm by way of the Langholm Bridge and the Kilngreen.
The view from the bridge was a marked contrast to yesterday’s frosty scene.
I looked back at the bridge from the Kilngreen.
On the Lodge Walks, I met an ex colleague with a friend who were just as pleased with the views as I was.
We thought that the old church was looking very elegant in the snow.
I walked on….
…and crossed the Castleholm at the cricket club. I stopped for a breather and took a picture or two.
And made my way home across the Jubilee Bridge.
It was such a fine walking day that I would have liked to have been out all day but Mrs Tootlepedal, having nearly finished with her cold, has kindly passed it on to me so I was rationing myself to short spells outside.
Once home, I had a chance to look out of the window at our new winter visitors….
…and then go off to do a bit of shopping in the car.
After lunch we had to make a decision about going to the Carlisle choir practice. Mrs Tootlepedal was definitely not fit to sing yet and my throat was croaky enough to make me think that singing was not a good idea and probably spreading colds about among the tenors would not be a good idea either so I did a crossword instead.
It was too easy though and I was soon finished and bored and leaving Mrs Tootlepedal to prepare a stew for our evening meal, I went out for the third short walk of the day.
I had done trees and rivers so this time, I headed for the hills or at least a hill, Warbla, the easiest of our hills to walk up as there is a good track all the way to the top.
I was not the only one to have this idea…
…and you can see why.
I pottered slowly up to the summit and had a look around.
It is a great spot to look around from (or perhaps, from which around to look). I took two contrasting looks at the town tucked away below me. I used the panorama function of NewCam…
…and a zoom on my Nikon.
It was snowy all round but the low sun stopped me from taking pictures to the south.
The light wasn’t as good as I had hoped it would be as a reward for climbing up the hill because there was low cloud and haze on the horizon and the sun was already dropping down towards this.
After a little rest, I also dropped back down the hill. I had thought of coming home over the rough ground but it seemed like a step too far in my rather rackety condition so I stuck to the track.
It was just as pretty going down it as it had been coming up it.
As I got near the gate at the end of the open hill, my attention was caught by the sound of merry cries. It turned out to be our friend Jeremy and his family enjoying a bit of sledging on the hill.
The sledge in the middle frame is 70 years old and was doing a very good job of holding Jeremy up.
I had had quite enough walking by the time I got home and I sank down into a chair and watched telly for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. Although the walks made me feel good while I was doing them, this good effect didn’t last long and I am back to feeling rather scratchy as I write this. I am hoping that it will have passed by tomorrow.
A mallard at the Kilngreen makes a change from all the chaffinches as flying bird of the day.