Today’s guest picture was sent to my by my sister Susan and shows a little autumn colour in her road in the heart of the big city.
I was faced with the task of finding the ideal moment for a bicycle ride somewhere between a cold morning and a wet afternoon and by exercising great skill* I found the perfect time.
It was still only 5°C when I set off but there had been no sign of frost earlier so I wasn’t worried about hitting icy patches in shady places. The wind was light but I was still pleased when some some sunshine made an appearance, as my legs always go round a little more enthusiastically when there is a bit of warmth about.
I was going round my customary 20 mile Canonbie route and had intended not to stop at all for photographs but the sight of my favourite Highland cattle in Canonbie grazing conveniently near the hedge was too good not to stop for an op.
In spite of the fringe…
…there must be room for a view as I got a steady stare with mouth open….
…and mouth shut….
…as a blade of grass got a gentle rhythmical chewing.
Having stopped once, I thought that I might as well stop again to show Hollows Tower in autumn.
The ride was well timed because by the time we had had a light lunch and Mrs Tootlepedal had cut my hair, it had started to rain.
I settled down to practise the hymns for Sunday’s service and hoped that the rain might pass so that I could get out for a walk but when I looked out of the kitchen window later on…
…it had got wetter and darker and not at all like a good day for a walk.
The traffic at the bird feeders was very light indeed and it took some time before the great tit in the picture above left the plum tree and came down to the feeder pole…
…and finally joined a couple of chaffinches at the seeds.
It continued to drizzle on and off so I gave up all hope of a stroll, put my cycling gear in the washing machine and and went shopping with Mrs Tootlepedal instead. We are now the proud owners of some very fine clothes hangers.
There was just enough light when we got back to see a robin perched on one of the chairs at the feeders.
I made myself an evening meal which involved kidneys, red wine, various herbs and spices, mushrooms, a sweet pepper and a bed of rice and that concluded the entertainment for the day.
The best flying bird of the day that I could manage was a rather vague chaffinch being shouted at by an angry incumbent.
*Or just luck. I had turned down an offer of scones from Dropscone so I am glad that the ride turned out to be enjoyable.