It’s Christmas day

Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce.  His terrier sums up precisely that  evening feeling on Christmas day.

christmas day terrier

Many readers kindly wished that Mrs Tootlepedal and I should have a happy Christmas and their wishes must carry great force, because we did.

For a start, the sun shone properly for the first time for a week…

christmas day walnut

…and indoors, the house was warmed by Matilda who was in turn, cool….

matilda christmas 1

…and hot.

matilda christmas

After the presents had been opened, Al, Clare, Matilda and I went for a short walk while the cook worked her magic undisturbed.

In spite of the sun, low clouds still concealed Whita’s crest from view…

christmas day whita cloud

…but it was still a grand day for a walk.  The Edinburgh contingent were on a Pokemon hunt (don’t ask me) and….

christmas day matilda, clare and al

…while I saw trees in the sunshine….

christmas day trees

…and a goosander….

christmas day goosander 1

 

…they stared at their phones with great intent, ignoring the views.

christmas day pokemon hunt

I couldn’t even interest them in an exciting fungus…

christmas day fungus

…or the clearing mist…

christmas day clouds lifting

…or even a crow on top of a noble fir.

christmas day noble fir

Though to be fair, they were impressed by the huge cones right at the top of the tree.

Still, we all enjoyed the walk and the  fresh air and we had a good appetite when it came to eating our Christmas lunch.  Mrs Tootlepedal provided a feast.

After lunch, we followed those Christmas traditions of lying around recovering from eating too much and watching the Strictly Christmas Special.  This was very good this year, with a lot of excellent dancing.

Al and Clare shook down some food with a little afternoon walk and while Matilda was keeping Mrs Tootlepedal occupied, I nipped out to walk the two and a half miles down to Skippers…

christmas day langholm distiilery

…and back as fast as I could.

It was too dark to take pictures on the way so I rested the camera on the bridge parapet and took the traditional shot of the distillery just to prove that I had been there.

We ate a very light evening meal, though I did manage a helping of Christmas pudding and brandy butter, and then we subsided into a contented peace.

No time for looking out of the window today, so no flying bird.

 

 

 

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

16 thoughts on “It’s Christmas day

  1. A lovely Christmas day there with family. Matilda is getting taller!

    A beautiful mix of sun and mists on the hills. At this time of year, we sometimes get what I call a “mist roller” in the afternoon. The sun in the west can be shining warmly on one’s face, and suddenly, the cold breath of the mountains to the east can be felt on the back of the neck. Before long, one is enveloped in writhing mists.

  2. What a beautiful Christmas. From the bright red of Matilda’s dress to the Goosander, the interesting fungus and the mist… very atmospheric. Best wishes for the New Year.

  3. The terrier is so sweet and so very relaxed. I could almost hear him (her) purring? Surely that crow at the top of the noble fir must have flown to get up there? It wouldn’t have been much of a stretch to give him the honor for the flying bird. Seems you had a lovely and peaceful Christmas.

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