Today’s guest picture comes from regular reader, Edward Winter from Sheffield. As is appropriate to someone from that city, he likes metal sculptures and has recently acquired this Jason Heppenstall work created mainly from saw blades (the wings) and eating forks (on Eagle’s head). I can see shears lower down too I think.
The weather gods finally lightened up a bit and we had a fine but chilly day today. I was still taking things gently so most of the morning passed without anything to record other than the standard crossword and coffee routine but after coffee, we ventured out into the garden to see what was still standing after the recent frosts and a night with some heavy rain.
There were still a few rather battered flowers about…
…and plenty of raindrops among the petals.
It was pleasantly warm if you were in the sunshine and Mrs Tootlepedal’s field beans have thrived in all weathers and are growing well.
The nasturtiums were finally condemned as over and in spite of one or two valiant flowers defying the odds, the whole lot got the heave-ho and ended in the compost bin.
This stimulated me to do a bit more sieving of the contents of Bin D and the results were very satisfactory as it has been a good year for compost. I will have to think about starting the whole bin transfer business soon.
When we went in, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to work on her winter project, the restoration of our rocking horse, and I watched the birds.
As soon as I put out a couple of fat balls these days, the jackdaws get to know and are on the scene within minutes.
This one was waiting patiently in the plum tree while others nibbled away.
The jackdaws don’t bother with the seed though, which leaves plenty for the smaller birds like this coal tit.
A great tit looked interested too.
The strong low sunlight makes getting ‘clean’ shots of flying birds a lottery unless you have plenty of time to spare.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Edinburgh to visit Matilda and I tested out my leg with a very flat and short cycle ride on the slow bike.
I cycled over three bridges and then round the New Town, stopping very occasionally for a picture.
There are still spots of autumn colour about….
…but for every tree with colour, there are two or three with bare branches.
The trees on the banks of the Esk below the mission hall show every stage.
I cycled up to Pool Corner but the sun had gone in and the larches were dull…
…but a few minutes later, the glow was golden.
The cycling went very well as far as my leg went and was pain free.
I was encouraged.
Walking was still tricky but at least I could get about now.
I had promised to prepare some of the Archive Group’s ‘Mills and Railway’ heritage DVDs in readiness for an event later in the day so I put my bike aside and copied the disk box labels and then cycled up to the town to use the disk copier in the Archive Centre. This would have gone better if I had remembered to take some blank disks with me. As it was, I got some extra cycling in as I had to go back home to get the disks.
At one stage on this double trip, a sudden halt in the traffic flow made me stop and put a foot down. Without thinking, I pushed off when things got going again and as soon as I had done it, I realised that I had used my wrong leg and in an instant, I was back where I was two days ago.
I was discouraged…
…as much by my foolishness as by the discomfort. Still, I was still able to cycle home and then walk along to the Buccleuch Centre to the official launch of a book about Langholm’s Textile industry’s history. This was based on the work of my sadly departed friend Arthur Bell, a mill owner himself and an enthusiast for the industry in Langholm.
There was an excellent turnout for the launch and as everyone present seemed to have bought at least one copy, the two editors of the book must have been very pleased.
I shall be more careful about my movements tomorrow.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch with its head and body in the sun and its wings in the shadows.