Today’s guest picture comes from my brother’s visit to Liverpool. He bumped into a bunch of lads on the street but they gave him the cold shoulder.
Just as I was going to bed (rather late) last night, I was tempted to look out of the window and a bright and almost full moon made me go and get my camera.
It is a pity that the skies are not clear tonight as not only is the moon full but there is a lunar eclipse which would have been fun to watch.
Still, you can’t have everything and I did start the day off with coffee and treacle scones as Dropscone arrived bearing gifts. He also brought a very sad tale with him.
He told me that he had lost nine balls in one round while playing golf recently. I was shocked and worried that he had forgotten how to play properly. However, it turned out that it wasn’t incompetence but a thieving crow (or crows) that was responsible for the mayhem. The Langholm Golf Club has been plagued by crows brazenly stealing golf balls from the middle of the fairway for the last couple of weeks.
Dropscone estimates that as many as 100 balls may have been pilfered. Somewhere around the town, there must be a huge stash but no-one has been able to pinpoint its whereabouts yet.
I checked some of my informants.
This goldfinch claimed that it knows nothing.
And a green finch was insulted by even being asked about it.
And a dunnock ignored my questions entirely.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal and I decided on a walk. It had been freezing in the early morning but the temperature had got up to 4 degrees C, too cold for worry free cycling but fine for a winter walk. I had a stroll round the garden before we went, and liked the droplets on the perennial nasturtium.
Many of the hills round the town had low cloud down on them as we drove off in the car but when we parked near the top of Callister five miles away, there was sunshine to greet our walk along the forestry track.
We last walked along this track three months ago and this second visit was well worth while as the track is home to all sorts of interesting things, such as pixie cup lichen growing on flat ground, not a common sight…
…and self seeded Christmas trees along the verge…
….as well as some very bright red moss sporangia.
We had to look where we were going when we got to a shady section of the track higher up the hill as there was still some snow lying…
…but at least we were in the sunshine while neighbouring hills still had their heads in the clouds.
We could see the Ewe Hill Wind farm on the horizon at our turning point…
…where we paused for a moment and wondered whether we should go down a steep hill in the hope of finding a different way back to the road.
As you can see from the picture above, there was plenty of blue sky about but you had to look straight up to see it. We decided against going down the hill and retraced our steps.
There was a nippy wind blowing in our faces as we went back towards the car and I was pleased to have my new jacket with a capacious hood to protect me from the chill. Mrs Tootlepedal kindly took a picture of the jacket in action in reply to request for a picture from a couple of readers.
Although my ankles may look a bit exposed, they are well covered by water and windproof socks which do a good job of keeping my feet warm, and my shoes are waterproof too so I was very snug
Another wind farm at the Craig came into view on our way home and as the sun had down a good job of clearing snow from the track….
…I was able to have a good look for lichen…
…as we walked back into the sun towards the car.
Mrs Tootlepedal had her big coat on too.
Although it wasn’t a long walk, it had felt very good to be out and about and we enjoyed it thoroughly, especially as the weather tomorrow looks as though it is going to be quite bad with rain and a gale, and not suitable for outdoor life at all.
After our long day yesterday, we were happy to have a quiet time once we got home and we let the rest of the day drift away peacefully.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.