Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew’s recent visit to Exeter. It shows a very neat bridge, which was built by the mayor to cover a gap in the town walls so he (the mayor) didn’t have to climb up and down every year when the walls had to be inspected.
We woke to a very misty scene and it didn’t get much brighter as the morning went on so I was very pleased to welcome Dropscone, bearing the traditional Friday treacle scones with him, for a cup of coffee or two.
Last time he had visited, there had been a good supply of birds about while he was here but they subsequently disappeared when he left so today I was ready and had the camera set up and leapt up from the table from time to time while we talked.
This may be a bit rude but I did catch a bird or two.
…and we still had plenty of time to talk.
After Dropscone left, a chaffinch posed magnificently, very much in the style of Napoleon I thought.
After lunch, I took another picture of the bird community on the feeder…
…and then, since it seemed to be a bit brighter, I set off for a twenty mile bike ride down to Canonbie and back. I should have gone out a bit more promptly as it turned out to be an ideal day for winter cycling, not too cold, mostly dry and with a friendly wind.
It was still a bit too grey for photographs though and I only stopped once for a tree….
…and then again when a rider asked if I would open a gate onto the old road at the Hollows for him as his young horse didn’t care for the narrow opening which was the alternative.
One reason for getting home as quickly as possible was that I thought that there would be time for a quick walk when I got back. In the event, the light got a lot worse soon after I arrived home as the mist came down over the hills so I stayed in the garden and sawed up some of the logs from a large pile waiting for my attention.
The garden is full of crocuses just waiting for a sunny day to spread their petals out but it looks as though they may have to wait as there is no sunshine in the immediate forecast, just rain, dark clouds and wind.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal and I had go at one of our choir songs and then we were joined by Mike and Alison Tinker and Alison and I had fun playing Loeillet, Woodcock and Telemann and we rounded off the evening by talking politics with Mrs Tootlepedal and Mike.
The poor light didn’t let me get a satisfactory solo picture so the flying bird of the day is a goldfinch/chaffinch composite.