Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who found a heron in Regents Park which has taken to the law. Well, at least it is sitting on the bench.
In contrast to the yesterday’s gloom, today dawned bight and sunny and the day was made even sunnier when Dropscone arrived with treacle scones for morning coffee. We were joined briefly by Sandy who came to pick up some parish magazines for processing for the Archive Group website. We arranged to go for a walk after lunch and he went off leaving Dropscone and me to finish the scones and coffee.
After Dropscone left, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to to have lunch with friends at the Buccleuch centre.
I watched birds…
…and was rather baffled by this chaffinch which looked at first sight as though it had been pumping iron and was auditioning for a super hero role.
I walked round the garden in the sunshine and enjoyed the snowdrops….
…and the magnolia by the front gate.
In a vain effort to improve my brain power, I had sardines for lunch and then went off to pick up Sandy. We started our outing by visiting the Moorland Feeders by car but although the light was good, interesting birds were scarce.
There were a lot of great, blue and coal tits about…
…and a single pheasant who did some world class strutting.
It turned out to be rather chilly sitting in the hide in spite of the sunshine so we didn’t stay long.
Our thoughts turned to snowdrops and we drove down to the Lodge Walks, stopping at the Kilngreen where I failed to take a picture of a flying seagull as they all stuck obstinately to their fence posts.
We left the car and walked through sun dappled woods….
…until we got to the snowdrops. They were worth the walk.
They are still not fully out so another visit may be in order (if we get another fine day next week).
We walked up through the snowdrops and strolled back to the car by the top path. This used to run through woods but there has been more felling recently…
…and only a few trees have been left standing.
There are soon going to be more though….
…as we passed many bags of new trees waiting to be put into the ground.
The top track offers a terrific view of Whita on a fine afternoon…
…as well as a walk through a delicate tree tunnel…
….and a look at the town through the trees.
On our way back down to the car, we passed a splendid mossy wall but my plan to take yet more mossy pictures was sidetracked by an outstanding lichen…
…and a pair of ferns on the wall.
In spite of the brilliant sunshine, it was exceedingly cold on our walk because the wind was very unforgiving so we were pleased to get back in the car and go to our respective homes.
If you are interested, you can see Sandy’s take on what we saw here.
By this time, the crossword and a cup of tea was all the excitement that I needed, though I did go out with Mrs Tootlepedal to see what all the banging and sawing had been about at the dam bridge.
It was totally shuttered….
…and Mrs Tootlepedal tells me that the men are going to pour concrete tomorrow.
While we were looking at the works with our neighbour Kenny, something glinting on the exposed bed of the dam caught Mrs Tootlepedal’s eye and Kenny kindly fished it out. It turned out to be a 1928 penny….
…which may well have been lying in the dam for anything up to 90 years.
The channel through the bridge looks rather narrow but the builders say that it is exactly the same size as the previous one.
My Friday night orchestra is visiting her son and his family so there was no traditional evening tootle today and we had a quiet night in.
The flying bird if the day is a chaffinch.