Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone in Malta and shows the difficulty of finding a parking spot in Valetta.
The overnight snow had settled down when we woke up and it was thick enough and the forecast poor enough to suggest that it might be a good idea for Sandy and me to suggest cancelling our evening meeting Canonbie since travelling didn’t look a very sensible activity. Large numbers of motorists had spent the night trapped on our local motorway and more snow was forecast.
The organiser agreed and I was relieved because I am still far from feeling up to hard work. We hope to be able to rearrange the event later on.
Mrs Tootlepedal and I are finding the process of recovery is painfully slow and she retired to bed for the day in the hope that some rest would be helpful.
I went for a short walk in the hope that a little exercise might help me.
It was a black and white sort of day…
…though occasionally, a little blue sky showed up.
Once again, I adopted a very uncharacteristically slow pace and made sure that I took things really easily. I walked through the woods along the river….
…and was much taken by the decorated fence posts when I got to the Murtholm.
I saw an unexpected shape further along the track and when I got my zoom lens on the go, I found out that it was a heron, standing in the middle of the road.
It let me get quite close before flapping lazily off into the trees.
Looking behind me, I could a see a little sunshine on Timpen Hill and once again, I felt sad that I was confined to the flat areas by the river.
I looked up river from Skippers Bridge and then…
….I dropped down to the river below the bridge and looked downstream at the snowy trees on the bank….
…and back up towards the bridge itself.
I was feeling well enough to climb the steps up to the old railway line where a young beech tree added a touch of colour…
…and then I walked along the line to take the track past a fine old oak….
…up to the Round House.
There was a bit of sunshine about so I congratulated myself on a sound route choice….
…although the nearby bench didn’t encourage me to sit down and enjoy the view.
I walked back towards Hallpath and looked across the valley to the plantations on the far side of the river offering a varied pattern of snowiness.
My pleasure in my route choice was soon seriously diminished as a heavy shower of sleety snow caught me just as I got back to the town and stayed with me all the way home.
I arrived back feeling a bit damp and disappointed as I had hoped for some winter wonderland shots on my way.
I also wanted some good light for snowy bird shots but the snow persisted.
I took another virtual black and white picture…
…and had fun watching a succession of chaffinches defying the weather.
The colour of the fence in the background set off the snowflakes very well.
There was plenty of action but I didn’t have a lot of patience for waiting around so I…
….made us some soup for lunch and then settled down to put another parish magazine onto the Archive Group website.
Although the snow stopped and the sun made a late appearance…
…I was feeling rather poorly by this time and stayed hunched over my computer for the rest of the afternoon.
I am not good at sitting around so I have enjoyed my short and gentle walks lately but I don’t think that they are doing me any good as I felt worse today than I did two days ago. I am hoping that Mrs Tootlepedal’s day of rest will benefit her but as we both sat dozing and not watching the telly in the evening after our evening meal, neither of us felt very optimistic about the near future.
A few warm dry days might help.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch among the snowflakes.