Today’s guest pictures shows seven local saints above the main doorway of Leicester Cathedral. They caught the eye of my brother Andrew who was visiting the town.
I am still taking things easily in an effort to clear the last remnants of the cold out of my system and a grey and windy morning helped me to decide to sit quietly indoors until lunch.
For one reason or another (wind? dratted cats in the garden? boredom?) there were very, very few birds to be seen at all today so I didn’t spend much time looking out of the window. I took a token shot of a chaffinch in the plum tree just to show that it wasn’t a complete bird desert…
…but that was it.
Mrs Tootlepedal made parsnip soup for lunch. The recipe called for chilli flakes and she may have put a few more in than she should because it was delicious but very hot.
Fired up by the soup, I went out for a walk after lunch to cool down. It was really too gloomy to take pictures but I put a camera in my pocket anyway. After yesterday’s symphony of running water, it was much calmer and drier today as I walked along the track on one side of the Wauchope Water, crossed the Becks Burn and headed down to the Auld Stane Brig.
There was no shortage of horses to greet on the way.
Although it was very gloomy, it was also very warm for the time of year so instead of going straight home along the road, I climbed up the lower slopes of Warbla and looked at the view.
There wasn’t much to look at.
I looked across the river and could see the track that I had taken on the other side of the valley. It runs along the top of the big green field and below the set of little strip fields leading to the open hill.
I walked along the top of the Kernigal wood for a bit…
..and then dropped into the wood and onto the track towards Skippers Cleuch.
There was occasional fungus and lichen to be seen as I went along…
…but I wasn’t looking too hard, being more interested in having a good walk rather than stopping a lot.
I looked up at Warbla as I went along the track…..
…and the grey day made a stark contrast to last Sunday when I was standing on the summit beside the mast in four inches of snow and cheerful sunshine.
I stopped just before the cottage as I like this little corner at the gate.
When I got to the main road, I took a picture of a road closure sign. They are going to do some temporary work to protect the damaged bridge….
…before it gets any worse and they need to put a crane on the bridge to help.
I walked back along the Murtholm track, stopping to talk to friends who were also taking advantage of the dry, warm day to stretch their legs and dodging out of the way of passing cyclists.
I was pleased to find when I checked a map that I had walked four miles. If it hadn’t noticeably improved my cough, it certainly hadn’t made it any worse. The test will come when we go to sing with our choir in Carlisle tomorrow.
After this burst of (very gently paced) activity, I thought it would be wise to go back to taking things easily again and I managed to keep this resolution for the rest of the day.
Watching the snow storms hitting the east coast of America made me even more grateful for having had the chance to have a pleasant walk here today.
I really hope that my cold clears up and we have a good spell of sunny, calm weather soon or I will be too fat to get on my bike, let alone ride it anywhere. Three poor months of cycling weather are beginning to take their toll. It says in Burns’ Address to the Haggis regarding the diners at the table:
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
That sums up my stomach at the moment.
There being no flying bird of the day to be had, I have put in a sneering bird instead.