Today’s guest picture is another Lake District study from cyclist Paul. He visited Buttermere on a lovely autumn day a couple of years ago. It is one of my favourite spots.
The day here was a forecasting mixture, with the BBC having the upper hand in the morning and the Norwegians taking over in the afternoon.
So the morning was calm and not too cold. There were very few birds about in the garden. The robin has got the hang of using the basket to act as a launching pad to the seeds.
I am not quite sure what I did in the morning but it must have been quite dull because I have forgotten all about it. There was coffee and a crossword involved but there was something else unimportant too because I didn’t get out for a walk until nearly midday.
It turned out to be a very good morning for a walk along the river. I was greeted with suspicion by a sparrow on the hedge as I walked down to the Meeting of the Waters….
…where the gulls obligingly flew up and down until I had had my fill of watching them.
They then returned to their perches on the fence posts and I turned round to see what the noise was behind me. It was men preparing to put in new telephone poles.
It is good to see our infrastructure being taken care of.
I crossed the Sawmill Brig and strolled along the Lodge Walks. Looking down, I could see that the supply of beech nuts has greatly exceeded the demand for them this year.
I took the upper road to Holmhead. As I went through the woods, I was serenaded by the music of little streams.
The sun came out as I walked and I was in a happy place.
I daresay that this pheasant, a survivor of the recent war against birds, was quite happy too.
When I got to Holmhead, I walked up the path through the snowdrops.
There were snowdrops to the left of me…
…and snowdrops to the right of me.
They are not quite fully out yet and if I get a sunny day next week, I will come to see them again. They are early this year.
When I had left the snowdrops behind, I went as far as the North Lodge where I admired the view up the valley….
…and then turned for home.
The sun hadn’t lasted long but it was still a pleasant day for a walk. My enjoyment was boosted when I met a man who had come to Langholm from Gretna. He told me that he had had to drive through very thick fog which had only cleared just as he reached the town. I felt lucky that the Norwegian influence hadn’t quite got to Langholm.
I had wondered if the early snowdrops would mean early hazel flowers too, so I walked back along the riverside towards the Jubilee Bridge and peered at catkins. With the greatest difficulty, I saw a speck of red and the faithful Lumix was able to translate this into an actual tiny flower for me. The camera has better eyesight than I have.
Like the snowdrops, this wasn’t fully out yet so I will have to come back and have another look later on.
A passer by told me that the heron was waiting for me on the river bank so I passed the Jubilee Bridge by and walked down to the Meeting of the Waters. The passer by was right.
I was happy to see Mr Grumpy…
…but he wasn’t so happy to see me and flew off…
…leaving a gull on a fence post to keep me company.
I went back to the Jubilee Bridge and crossed it on my way home, noting the the monument wasn’t pointing to anything today as it had its head in the clouds.
I was greeted by a jackdaw when I got back.
After a quick lunch of cheese sandwiches, I left Mrs Tootlepedal to do some business in the town and went out on my bicycle.
After the success of my short outing on the slow bike yesterday, I took my fairly speedy bike out today. I had been quite warm in a light jacket on my walk so I dressed accordingly for my cycle ride. It didn’t take me long to find that the Norwegian weather had arrived and I had to cycle into a thin and chilly wind under a heavily clouded sky while being slight underdressed for the occasion.
I pursued a policy of going slowly and carefully but still managed to go a bit further and a bit faster than yesterday without falling off. I stopped on the top of Callister to see if there were any signs of the new wind turbines yet. There were none but I did enjoy some very artistic tractor marks in the field opposite. When you look at the central motif again, you realise that it took quite a bit of skill to make the pattern.
I arrived home after 15 miles in perfect time to put the kettle on for Mike Tinker who was just walking round to our house in the hope of a cup of tea. We were joined by Mrs Tootlepedal when she had finished her business, and we enjoyed some tasty oatcakes with our cuppas.
The weather is much on our minds at the moment with storms about. We missed the one last weekend but it looks as though we are all going to get caught by an even worse one next weekend. It has been good to have a few nice days for walks and cycle rides and Mrs Tootlepedal put up a robin nesting box today. If the robin finds it in time, it will have somewhere to shelter from the rain and wind.
In the meantime, Mr Grumpy stars as the flying bird of the day.