Today’s guest picture shows a frozen pond in the sunshine which was passed by my sister Mary on her way to breakfast at Kenwood the other day.
In spite of a chilly start to the day, there was no ice about here and a pause before the forecast rain let me get out for a brisk walk with Sandy. It was a very gloomy day so I was more concerned with getting some exercise than taking pictures but we had cameras in our pockets so we stopped from time to time as we walked the five miles past Potholm and back on the other side of the river.
There was a selection of houses to look at…
…a feast of colourful lichen on the walls beside the road….
…a collection of fungi on an old fallen tree…
…and a couple of very big puddles to go with some snowdrops at Potholm.
The farmers must be in despair about how wet the land is. In spite of a few dry days recently, it has only taken a day or two of wet weather to produce puddles in almost every flat field.
There were sheep to look at….
…and to be looked at by as we went along.
By the time that we had got to Potholm, our river crossing point, the drizzle had started and we were pleased to be among trees for most of the rest of our walk.
On our way we passed a lonesome pine beside our trail and a tune came unbidden into my mind.
As we went down the hill towards the Lodge, we came across another example of one of those things that you have passed many time without seeing. Deep in the woods there is a large bridge that I don’t remember noticing on any of the many occasions that I have been along this track.
You wouldn’t think that you could miss a structure this impressive but the parapet is pretty well at the road level and there are many little streams to cross on the way so this one is not particularly significant. Maybe there are other bridges that I haven’t noticed as well. I will check more carefully next time that I come this way.
The rain was getting more persistent as we neared the town so there was just time for a final moss and fungus shot or two after we had crossed the Duchess Bridge…
…before we parted company at the Scholar’s Field and we both headed for home.
You can see Sandy’s view of the walk here.
When I got home, I was quite ready for a cup of coffee and a slice of toasted fruity malt loaf, a good reward for a wettish walk.
I recovered enough to take occasional looks out of the window.
A chaffinch has joined the blackbirds in the fat filled coconut shell appreciation society.
It started to rain in a more serious way but this did not discourage the birds.
There were plenty of flying birds….
…but not much light.
I made some lentil soup for lunch and then we considered the possibility of an outing in the car as a break from the rain. A look at the weather map showed us that it would have to be a very long drive so we settled for an afternoon in.
I had to find and print out three pictures for an upcoming Moorland Festival to which the camera club are contributing a small photographic exhibition. The down side of taking a lot of pictures is the time it takes to search through them to find the ones you want. (I have over 9000 images on just one of the SD cards in my cameras at the moment.)
The search for, the printing out and the framing of the pictures together with some time spent putting music into the computer for our Monday trio group filled up a damp afternoon very satisfactorily.
Some readers may wonder what Mrs Tootlepedal does in the evenings while I play with my photos and write these meanderings. She is often hard at work practising her stitching skills. Her latest work involves tiny flowers.
You need a lot of patience and a good eye for this sort of thing.
The high spot of the evening was a telephone call from Dropscone who told me that thanks to getting time off for good behaviour, he had been released from hospital and was safely home. I hope to see him in person tomorrow for a cup of coffee and a health update.
The flying bird of the day, caught in the morning gloom, is a chaffinch.