Today’s guest picture shows one regular contributor, my brother Andrew, taken by another, my sister Mary, at the top of the Kirkstone Pass in the Lake District during their recent visit. I am grateful to them both for brightening up many a post. Long may they continue to do so. (Other contributions are welcome too of course.)
Our spell of cool weather with chilly north easterly winds continued today but at least it stayed dry so we weren’t complaining (much).
Both Dropscone and Sandy appeared for coffee. This was very welcome as they have been away for a few days, Sandy visiting friends in Beverley and Dropscone playing golf in Kinross. It was good to catch up with them.
When they left I was able to catch up with another week of the newspaper index as I put it into the Archive Group database, look out of the window for a moment…
…though the light was very poor and then take a walk round the garden to spot a new flower.
The first of many dogtooth violets we hope.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy all day collecting muck and spreading it round the garden. I finished weeding the strawberry bed and sieved a little compost for her to add to the muck.
I made a drop of soup for lunch and then decided to ignore the very chilly breeze and get out for a cycle ride. The last time Mrs Tootlepedal had driven back from Lockerbie after visiting Matilda, she thought that she had caught a glimpse of one of the new windmills on Ewe Hill going up. I thought that I would check.
This involved a 12 mile ride with the wind behind me so I enjoyed this a lot. When I turned to look, I could indeed see a windmill. The amazing zoom lens on the Lumix made easy work of the four mile distance.
Seeing the new windmill made me feel quite cheerful about the twelve mile return journey into the wind. Even a stretch of horrendous potholes couldn’t dampen my mood…
…and it had the beneficial effect of slowing me down enough to be happy to stop to take a picture of a small cascade on the Water of Milk.
I was puffing my way up the steep side of Callister when I got another excuse to stop. A distant spike on a hilltop caught my eye. It was the crane at the windmill site seen from another angle.
I have put in the landscape where you can just see the crane on the horizon and the uncropped zoom just to show the power of the Lumix. This was a handheld shot in grey conditions. The crane is big though. Very big.
I made one last stop, as it is illegal to bicycle past a new born lamb without pausing to add to the general happiness of the world.
Mrs Tootlepedal had retired for a siesta when I went out cycling but the call of the garden was too strong and she had been out tilling the soil again. She had stopped at last and was entertaining Mike Tinker to a cup of tea when I got back. He had kindly brought me a free sample of a cyclist’s energy drink (which I hope to put to good use in the near future).
When he left, I had a last walk round the garden…
There are very potential tulips waiting patiently for another fine day.
The opportunity to watch birds was curtailed by the re-appearance of the sparrowhawk..
…but they soon returned after it had gone.
In the evening, Susan once again was kind enough to take on the task of driving us to Carlisle for our recorder group’s weekly meeting. And once again Roy had picked out an excellent selection of music from our extensive library so that we had an enjoyable evening.
Any day with a tootle and a pedal is on the credit side of the great ledger of life and if you add in coffee (and scones) with friends and a new windmill to look at, it is not only entered in the ledger but underlined in green ink as well.
The flying bird of the day is a fuzzy redpoll.