Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s visit to Greenwich. You get a good view of the London money grubbing machine behind the palace from the park there.
We had another calm, dry day and it was well above freezing so I had a choice of going for a morning pedal or going up to the Moorland bird feeders with Sandy. As my legs were noticeably remembering that I had gone out cycling yesterday, I decided that the bird watching might be the thing to do.
I had time to look at our own garden birds before I left and was pleased to see a brambling among the usual suspects.
The decision to go to the hide at the bird feeders….
…and spend an hour looking down this rather unprepossessing glade….
… turned out to be a very good one and Sandy and I were royally entertained by birds large and small.
There were pheasants of course….
…and tits, finches and robins….
…visiting the tree stump just outside the hide.
And of course there were woodpeckers too.
It was quite hard to get a woodpecker picture as there always seemed to be another one chasing off the one you were trying to shoot. There were moments of peace and quiet though.
And on this occasion there was some icing on the cake as well.
We not only saw a tree creeper….
…which crept up a tree and disappeared…
…abut we also we saw a nuthatch.
In fact the nuthatch appeared so regularly that we think that there must have been at least two on the go…
…as they appeared on both sides of the glade.
Whether it was one, two or three birds, it is always a great delight to see a nuthatch which I think is one of the most elegant of small birds so Sandy and I were in a very good mood when we came back for a cup of coffee.
I didn’t have long after coffee as Mrs Tootlepedal and I were going out for lunch but I found enough time to make up some cards for the newspaper shop to sell on behalf of the Archive Group.
Mrs Tootlepedal has been volunteering at the Buccleuch Centre and she was so impressed by the look of the food there that she took me out to lunch to try it. She was right to be impressed as it was very good.
After lunch, we drove off to Lockerbie to catch the train to Edinburgh. It was a gloriously sunny day by this time so the drive over the hills was a pleasure in itself.
At this time of year, Edinburgh is in the dark by the time that we get there so playing inside is the thing. Matilda was in fine form and she and Mrs Tootlepedal and I built a bridge out of blocks. This was a developing project which started small enough for a Dinky toy to get under the bridge but, as time went on, it was raised a bit and toy dogs and cats went through, then diggers and dumper trucks and then Matilda herself crawled through and in a final superb moment, her father managed to slide and slither his way underneath the edifice to universal applause.
After tea, Matilda and I played snap in an expansive way which involved quite a lot of running around (by Matilda) shouting, “Snap!” and laughing loudly.
The evening finished with some more considered play as shapes were pushed through matching holes on a block where Matilda was supervised by her mother Clare.
Our journey home was uneventful and I will sleep well tonight after such a vigorous time playing.
The disappearing flying bird of the day was one of the woodpeckers being chased off this morning.