Gales, what gales?

Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary’s visit to Regents Park this week on her way to play tennis. Another circular feature caught her eye. It is Triton blowing a conch shell while being supported by mermaids.

The forecast for today was horrendous with heavy rain and fifty miles an hour winds but the wind must have decided to blow somewhere else and the rain was half hearted bar one vigorous but brief squall. We had a damp but fairly quiet day.

What the forecast did get right was an improvement of the weather in the afternoon.

As I was feeling a bit tired for some reason, I was very happy to idle away the morning with nothing more exciting on the menu than a crossword, coffee and a visit to the co-op. The shopping visit at least gave us an excuse to get the car into action. It has hardly been used lately so we were quite relieved when it took us smoothly and safely down to the shop and back.

After lunch, I continued my professional grade relaxing by watching another great day in the Giro with Mrs Tootlepedal. With no one team dominant, the stage is now set for a nail biting finale tomorrow.

There had hardly been a bird to see whenever I looked out of the window so after the stage finished, I put on my walking shoes and went to see if I could find a bird at the river.

There was a gull.

After this promising start, I walked up the Kirk Wynd to Whita Well to see if there was anything else interesting to look at.

As I went up the Wynd, I was impressed by a plant wall of rosebay willowherb….

…and when I got to the gate onto the open hill, the stone wall offered an encyclopedia of moss and lichen.

I took a selection.

Going on to the hill, I passed gorse and more surprisingly, bramble flowers as well…

…and found fungus at my feet.

It was gloomy but dry, and the wind was very light as I looked back down over the town…

…so I walked along the contour of the hill to the Newcastleton road, passing some wintery looking bare trees on my way.

There was plenty of water running through the culvert under the road when I got to it…

…and the view to the north summed up the day.

However, in spite of the general greyness of things, it was a good day for a walk and as I strolled down the road through neatly trimmed beech hedges…

…I was very pleased to be out and stretching my legs.

I passed a cloud of grass beside the road….

…and two sorts of non standard sheep…

…a fine crop of rose hips….

…and a ring of spruces surrounding a mass of golden larches.

Things got more colourful as I got nearer to the bottom of the hill.

…and even the road itself was worth a look.

The best colour of the walk came from bramble leaves and larch branches at the bottom of the road.

I finished my walk by crossing the Sawmill Brig and walking up the Lodge Walks…

…where I stopped for a good chat with the couple coming in the opposite direction.

The Lodge itself was looking very peaceful on what was supposed to have been a very windy day…

…and I crossed the Duchess Bridge and walked home in a very contented state of mind.

While I had been out, Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy and another slab had been shifted and settled in the drive.

I hope that this is not going to be like the windmills, with work only going on when I am not there.

I just had time to take a token couple of flower pictures…

..before the light faded too much for photography.

We went in for a cup of tea and the final slices of the date and raisin tea bread.

It will be darker earlier in the day from tomorrow as the clocks go back tonight, and with even less to write about and photograph as the days get shorter, we may have passed peak blogging for the year. I commend the patience of loyal readers who have had to put up with me doing basically the same thing every day since lockdown started 7 months ago. I hope that the birds come back to the feeder so that I and you will have something to look at. It doesn’t look as though life is going to change much for the next few months at least.

No flying bird today, so a dipper dipping is the dipping bird of the day instead.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

34 thoughts on “Gales, what gales?

  1. I’m glad you didn’t get the promised bad weather. That’s always nice.
    It’s nice to see the mosses and lichens and the foliage colors are still beautiful. Our leaves are falling fast now,
    It looks like you saw enough rose hips for jam. They’re supposed to be very high in vitamin C.

  2. That ‘view to the north’ that you took would make an excellent Impressionist painting, you should take up painting while the winter whiles itself away.

  3. You know where your gales went, don’t you? My favourite pics of a good lot are the wintery trees and the turbulent water the dipper is dipping into. I like the cloud of grass phrase

  4. Seven months of basically doing the same thing? Your cup overfloweth! Keep entertaining us with your blog. By the way I like dippers a dipping, may be an alternative line for a popular Christmas song? Cheers.

      1. Some more than others. It depends on what pupils you had. A single nuisance could spoil a whole year if you couldn’t get it sorted out.

      2. I’m afraid I would never have had the patience to deal with nuisances. Discipline was good when I was at school, but it started going downhill rapidly when the powers that be got rid of grammar schools. To the very poor position we have now as far as respect and discipline are concerned. Sport was also a major influence on discipline, but they stopped competitive sport in schools as well? So I know where you are coming from.

      3. I am not at all in favour of grammar schools which were designed to teach the people who didn’t get into them to learn to be failures at very young age. I might have been in favour of them if the secondary moderns had been regarded as being if it equal status and given equal funding, which they weren’t.
        As I was an undiagnosed asthmatic with very poor eyesight who was mad keen on games, I very much resented then and still do the fact that it wasn’t thought worthwhile to impart any supporting skills to me at all. If you weren’t in the team, you were rubbish.

      4. I’m really sorry to hear about your experience at school, mine was a very good one. Some were good at sport others not so, but at my school everybody seemed to be included, it certainly wasn’t hierarchical wrt sport. As far as the local secondary modern was concerned it appears to have produced many success stories as well. Again, apart from sports rivalry we all got on well, there were no class boundaries. Both schools had excellent discipline, which as a whole has been lost these days. We can only go by our own experiences of the education system back then.

      5. We were blessed with a fabulous bunch, but there were a couple who could turn to violence if pushed. You had to be foolhardy to provoke them.

  5. I still enjoy all these photos from your area, and thank you for a glimpse of those golden larches and my favorite view of the Lodge Walks again.

    We are having some clear, windy and cold weather here, at least the mornings, for the next few days. The same strong east winds that blew hot and dry in early September, fanning fires, are roaring cold and dry now.

    Our clocks change next weekend.

  6. The bad weather came here instead! It’s still raining today and looking at your lovely photos has been the only bright period in the day! Great examples of the moss and lichen and love the bare trees against that quite wintry sky.

  7. Oh, I do envy you your gray/grey days! And to top it off with a dipper dipping. What more could you ask for? We have yet to switch our clocks, but I am not looking forward to that ritual. Daylight is already plenty short enough this time of year.

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