Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. He saw what looks like the narrowest tall building in the world on a visit to London. He revealed that the secret of its narrowness is that it is triangular. He found a good angle to take his picture.
It was dry but still very windy here today and I nearly got blown off my bicycle on my way to the shop to buy some milk. In a sign of the time, the shopkeeper told me that he is looking into the possibility of going back to glass milk bottles to cut down on plastic use.
When I got home, I had time to watch the birds battling the wind too. At times the feeder was very rocky…
…and the birds got buffeted by the breeze as they tried to land.
I was a second too slow with my shutter finger to catch a flying bird of the day as this one applied the brakes on landing.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy preparing for the arrival of our younger granddaughter tomorrow but she also went off to deliver the second curtain to the Archive Centre so I had time to go round the garden.
A little sunshine cheered things up.
I made some vegetable soup for lunch and then, ignoring the forecast possibility of rain, I went for a walk.
When I got to the park, I could see the tidemark left by Saturday night’s flood.
Things have dried up well, helped by the strong winds, but there are still some good puddles in the fields, and plenty of water coming through the pipe at the old distillery and joining the rush down the river.
There was a good amount of water coming down the Esk but Skippers Bridge only needed one of its three arches to cope with the flow.
As I walked down the road beside the river, I reflected on the size of the chap who must have sat and rested on this fence.
I left the road and walked up the track across the old railway. The path through the oak wood was as enjoyable as ever….
…but the path back to town through the birch wood was a bit tacky…
…though not as bad as I expected.
I passed several varied little streams in gullies as I went along, but only one was a stream of moss.
I approached the Round House and took advantage of the bench…
…to rest my legs for a moment and enjoy the view over the town.
It wasn’t cold but there are still a few patches of snow to be seen on our hills…
…but to counterbalance that, there are signs of spring about too.
I was able to look down on Skippers Bridge from the path home, thanks to the power line which has meant that trees have had to be cut back.
Near the end of the track, I had to duck.
When I got to the town, I called in at the newspaper office which is home to the Archive Centre. Here I was able to admire the second new curtain installed earlier in the day by Mrs Tootlepedal.
The data miners are now curtained off like a Turkish Seraglio and can safely practice their arcane rituals unobserved….and more importantly, without inconvenient draughts.
I walked on to the Town Bridge and was able to spot an oyster catcher having a good stretch.
The water in the rivers has turned from an angry brown to a sullen grey, with the Ewes on the right, being greyer than the Esk.
I have been asked by a couple of people if I can provide them with some cheerful pictures of local areas and this meant that I had to sit down and do battle with my picture filing system. My method for filing involves the well tested “I’ll worry about that later” principle.”
This however was now that ‘later’ moment, but I surprised myself a great deal by being able to locate the memory cards on which photos from, 2012 to 2016 were stored. I was even able to pin down a particular picture from 2014. Mrs Tootlepedal was very impressed. I was quite impressed myself.
Then my flute playing friend Luke arrived and we had another go through our Quantz sonata with some satisfactory progress being made. We have both resolved to try to practise a bit more if time permits.
After tea, I went of to the monthly meeting of the Camera Club. Sadly Sandy was unable to be with us as he is still in hospital after his operation but seven members gathered and we had a varied and very enjoyable selection of photographs to look at, with pictures from all over Britain and the world beyond as well as many local studies. There was tea and biscuits at half time as well, so this was a very satisfying meeting.
The flying bird of the day is a rather morose looking chaffinch.