Today’s guest picture comes from my neighbour Gavin who was in the Lake District when he came across this newly renovated bridge over the Newlands Beck and knowing that I like a good bridge, he sent me the picture.
It was a very gloomy day when we woke up but at least it wasn’t raining as had been forecast and after breakfast, I had a walk round the garden to check on what flowers yesterday’s frost had spared.
Then Mrs Tootlepedal came up with me in the car to help fill the Moorland Feeders for Sandy who is away on holiday.
The feeder site was very lively with birds whizzing about in every direction so we spent a little time in the hide enjoying the activity. As usual there were lots of pheasants about.
There were blue tits and a robin….
…and dozens of chaffinches and some coal tits too.
There were no unusual visitors to be seen and we only got one good look at a woodpecker…
…just before we left.
There was a surprising amount of autumn colour left along the road beside the river but as it was drizzling gently by this point, we didn’t stop to look more closely at it.
We did stop though when we came to the garage to make an appointment to get winter tyres put on our car. This should mean that the weather stays mild and dry for several weeks we hope.
When we got home, the chief business of the morning was exploring the possibility of changing our house insurance and such is the oddity of the way the world is organised these days that we were able to save several hundred pounds by changing to a different supplier offering exactly the same coverage. Obviously, we should have changed years ago. How these varying business models work is a mystery to me.
After lunch, it got even more gloomy and when Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Edinburgh to visit Matilda, I stayed inside and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group’s database, caught up on some business and made a batch of delicious apple fritters.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle where we enjoyed an evening of very satisfying music making with our recorder group.
The flower of the day is one of the few surviving poppies…
…and the flying bird is a very poor quality chaffinch seen through the murk.