Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce. His terrier sums up precisely that evening feeling on Christmas day.
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…
…and indoors, the house was warmed by Matilda who was in turn, cool….
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…
…but it was still a grand day for a walk. The Edinburgh contingent were on a Pokemon hunt (don’t ask me) and….
…while I saw trees in the sunshine….
…and a goosander….
…they stared at their phones with great intent, ignoring the views.
I couldn’t even interest them in an exciting fungus…
…or the clearing mist…
…or even a crow on top of a 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…
…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.