Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent, Venetia. She has been volunteering at the Somerset Rural Life Museum and was struck by the enormous crop of windfalls from the apple trees there. The sheep seems rather disappointed with them.
After the brilliantly clear moon when we went to bed last night, we weren’t surprised to wake up to a chilly morning. There was no frost by the time that we looked out but early risers tell us that there had been some, although the temperature did not drop to zero.
At 5°C (40°F) it was a bit too chilly for cycling after breakfast so I lazed about doing the crossword while Mrs Tootlepedal went off for coffee with her ex work colleagues. I stirred my stumps in the end and went out to see whether the cold had done any harm in the garden.
All was well.
It was a beautifully sunny morning and the poppies looked at their best.
A nasturtium leaf caught my eye too.
I put on my walking shoes and went for a walk.
A goosander showed off her elegant orange feet as I walked along the river bank.
I left the riverside and walked up to the Lamb Hill from where I could see the other hills above the trees…
…and then I walked down the road to Whitshiels. I had enough time to take a short diversion up the track through the woods before setting off back home.
There was fungi to be seen by the road and track…
…and colour was provided by a late rosebay willowherb flower and a bramble leaf…
…and there were other things of interest too.
On my way home, I stopped at the Sawmill Brig, which I thought was looking at its best….
…and enjoyed the very varied life on the wall on the other side of the bridge…
…and then walked round the Castleholm, passing the castle on my way.
There is not much of the castle remaining but what is left is getting engulfed by vegetation.
If I looked carefully, I could see some autumn colour here and there….
…and there was a patch of moss on a gate post which pleased me.
When I got home, I had time to admire a clematis in the garden….
…before Mrs Tootlepedal and I got into the car and drove off to have lunch at The Hub in Eskdalemuir. This had been arranged earlier in the day on a bit of a whim but the drive was delightful and the lunch and the company we met there were very enjoyable so we felt that this had been a whim well worth whimming.
I even got the bridge beside The Hub to add to my collection.
Because of the good conversation over lunch and a visit to the art exhibition there, we spent more time in The Hub than we had expected and we drove back with no time to stop and admire the views.
Mrs Tootlepedal was anxious to get out and do some guddling in the garden and I was anxious to get my bike washed and cleaned and then put a few miles in while it wasn’t raining.
Sadly, the sun had disappeared by this time but it was warm enough at 11° for cycling and gardening with appropriate clothing.
Because of the late start caused by the time spent cleaning my bike, I kept my head down and did 30 miles without stopping for pictures on the way. It was so grey by now that I wasn’t much tempted to stop anyway, other than for a nibble of guava and half a date every now and again.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been very busy while I was out and she had made a start on the path to go with the new square corner on the lawn.
Only people who have laid paving stones on earth will know how much skill and effort goes into making them straight and flat.
Even on a grey evening, the last of the fuchsias to come out this year was looking superb.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came round for a short visit. They are getting ready to go on holiday tomorrow but I was pleased that they found time to come as Alison and I had a very enjoyable time playing sonatas with a burst of Greensleeves to a Ground to round things off.
This has been the second day running without rain. We are being spoiled.