Today’s guest picture shows my brother Andrew taking his own picture in misty conditions on the top of Blencathra (868m) in the Lake District today. The climb was fun, the views from the summit were terrible.
It was pretty gloomy here in the morning so I wrapped well when I went out on the fairly speedy bike for a traditional forty mile Sunday morning run along flat main roads to Newtown on the line of Hadrian’s Wall near Brampton and back. Still, it was very calm so pedalling was a pleasure. Even better was the fact the the very light wind was behind me on the return journey.
As you can see from the pictures which I took while the fairly speedy bike was resting as I tucked away a banana and some apricots at Newtown…
…the weather had improved considerably and I pedalled back in gentle sunshine.
Not long after I had got home, we were visited by my Newcastle correspondent and her children Leo and Hannah….
…who had come in the hope of seeing frogs.
We couldn’t show them frogs but we could show them tadpoles and snails.
The snails were in especially good shape.
Not wanting to waste an unexpectedly good day, I tempted Mrs Tootlepedal out for a walk in the afternoon. She was happy to come as she wanted to inspect a possible source of garden manure on our route.
The roads are lined with daffodils now…
…and wild flowers are beginning to appear.
I was struck yet again by how mossy the trees and hedges are in the area round Pool Corner.
The possible manure looked very promising and the views on the walk were good as well, even though the sun had faded away.
There were small things to admire as well.
Our route home took us through the woods and I made a diversion to show Mrs Tootlepedal the little waterfall there.
We climbed up beside the cascade and looked down on the water from above.
There were all kinds of fungi to admire as we tramped through the soggy woods.
I thought that this might be orange peel fungus but it seems to be too red. There was a lot of it about.
As we came down to the Becks Burn we saw the the strange sight of a blob of frogs spawn on a well chewed tree stump…
…and during the walk we saw many fine crops of dog lichen.
There were some more signs of spring about as well.
The most cheerful sights on the walk were the many clumps of golden saxifrage carpeting the forest floor and lining the ditches beside the track.
When we got home, I had time to put another week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and have a little sit down before another set of visitors appeared.
This was three of my siblings, my sisters Susan and Mary and my brother Andrew (who had recovered from his vigorous walk up Blencathra earlier in the day). They are spending a day or two in the Lake District and had taken time out to come and have a meal with us at the Douglas Hotel. It was a merry gathering with excellent food and abundant conversation as we caught up on our various doings.
I didn’t have a lot of time in all this to watch the birds but I did catch a glimpse of the sparrowhawk. It was flying away empty handed today.
I was pleased to spot our robin with the injury several times today. It looks to be surviving very well. It showed me its good side today.
I am unaccountably tired so I won’t ramble on any more. The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.