Today’s guest picture is another from the files. On his visit to Blackpool last month, Bruce was brave enough to venture onto the glass floor looking down from the top of the famous tower. Rather him than me! I don’t like the way that the thing seems to be held together by baler twine.
We had an unequivocally sunny day here today with not a cloud in the sky. The payback was that the thermometer hardly scraped above freezing all day.
It was chilly when I had a look round the garden after breakfast and even our wooden heron had got a new hairstyle.
However, the sun showed off the walnut tree well.
It was far too cold and potentially icy to go cycling so I was very happy that it was a Friday and Dropscone came round with the traditional Friday treacle scones. They were very tasty today.
We ate them while we drank coffee and chatted. Dropscone had been playing golf at Powfoot and had played a few holes with an elderly member of the club. He was impressed to discover that the stranger had an even larger collection of second hand golf balls than he had. It must be large, for as far as I know, Dropscone has never bought a new golf ball in all the time that I have known him.
Mrs Tootlepedal had coffee at the Buccleuch Centre with her ex-work colleagues and one of them mentioned that she has an aunt who lives in Kent who enjoys reading these posts, so I am sending greetings to Kent today in the hope that she reads this one.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went for a walk to the top of one of our local hills.
The walk up Warbla is on a good track, especially when it has been hardened by frost but is still not icy. This was the case today. We could hardly have had a better day for a November walk.
There was very little wind and in the sun, it was warm but in the shady spots, it was pretty chilly. This horse looked as though it might have preferred to have been in the next door field.
On our way to the summit, we passed trees both anguished….
…and relatively cheerful.
After a steep section, the final part of the track levels out and Mrs Tootlepedal strode out at a good pace.
I had stopped to take a panorama picture of the Wauchope Valley.
It was cold enough for the puddles along the track to be artistically icy.
When we reached the top, we could look down into England. A low mist covered the Eden Valley and obscured the northern hills.
I wasn’t surprised because I have seen it before, but I am still amazed to find molehills right on the top of the hill. The soil must be very thin here and you would think that there would be slim pickings for the little creatures.
I walked to the edge of the hill and took another panorama, looking right over the town in the valley below.
Mrs Tootlepedal leaned reflectively on the trig point for a while, contemplating the glorious views…
…and then we headed back down the hill. We cast a long shadow as the sun went down behind us.
The hills were casting shadows as well.
When we got to the wall at the bottom of the open hill, there were things to be seen as usual. I was very excited when I saw the subject of the middle frame of the panel. It looked very exotic at first sight, but it turned out to be common or garden heather so I got less excited.
As we got down towards the Stubholm, I looked across the valley to Whita Hill where the dying bracken added a strong touch of colour to the view….
…and the clever zoom lens on my pocket camera could read the yardage signs on the golf course practice area, nearly three quarters of a mile away.
The lights on our town Christmas tree are going to be switched on tomorrow. I noticed that nature has been doing its own work too.
The light was already fading when we got home and the frosty weather had been keeping birds away from the feeder so there were not a lot to look at. I did catch a visit from our robin who hopped from stalk to feeder…
..before quickly flying off again.
As a photographer, I was interested in this picture of a chaffinch when I looked at it on the computer. The low sun was definitely behind him and yet he appears to be lit from in front. I can only assume that a reflection from the feeder was responsible.
Later on, Mike and Alison came round for their customary Friday evening visit and I tried to put all the useful advice I have been giving Luke to good use in my own playing as Alison and I played Telemann and Loeillet sonatas. (More work is needed but at least it is good advice.)
A rather gloomy chaffinch is the flying bird of the day.