Today’s guest picture is another from Laura in Michigan. It shows St. Joseph Lighthouse, St. Joseph, 20 miles from where she lives. Her husband cycles there and back she tells me. It certainly looks worth visiting.
We had a day without rain, wind or sun. Meteorologically it was a low scoring dull day. Mrs Tootlepedal had a busy morning on buy-out business, and I had a very idle morning doing nothing more exciting than cycling to the shop and back again.
I checked on the flowers, which are getting more tattered every day, but I was very pleased to see the Special Grandma had managed to come out again. (One of the flowers is a jackdaw.)
I didn’t have a great variety to choose from so I scraped the barrel a bit today to get to my round dozen.
As well as the jackdaw, we had had a slightly less welcome visitor when the sparrowhawk had returned to the garden for its breakfast…
…which consisted of an unfortunate goldfinch.
The goldfinches didn’t seem too upset by their loss though, and an hour later they were back at the feeder and tucking in.
There weren’t a great many birds about today but both a blue tit (or maybe blue tits) made many appearances…
…as did a coal tit (or coal tits).
There were a number of blackbirds about too. Males with both yellow beaks and black beaks…
…and females looking very elegant.
There was a minor moment of excitement when I went into the garage to get my shopping bike and was waylaid by a robin who had obviously been in there all night. We persuaded it to leave and then the moment I turned my back, it dived back into the garage again. Mrs Tootlepedal had gone on an errand by this time, but I managed to get the robin to leave, and sensibly shut the garage door. I just had time to take a picture of the uninvited guest…
…before another robin swooped down and the pair flew off at speed. An anxious parent, I surmised.
After lunch, I went for a walk up a hill. Mrs Tootlepedal had bought me a new pair of shoelaces and I thought that I ought to give them a run out. They worked well as I puffed my way up the Kirk Wynd past a forest of rosebay willowherb, and climbed on up to the monument on top of Whita.
As I went up, I looked back over the town towards Warbla….
…but got a bit of a shock when I looked further round and saw some very gloomy weather down the valley.
I decided to look the other way where the prospects were a bit better.
The path from the top of the golf course to the monument is quite steep at times so I was happy to have an excuse to stop and capture a hardy tree defying the wind and sheep and still clinging on to the hillside.
There was not much to see in the way of wild flowers but there was plenty of fungus to keep me happy. I saw examples on the Kirk Wynd, at the top of the golf course, half way up the hill and near the summit.
I didn’t linger on the summit as it wasn’t really a day for views…
…but made my way down to the road at the White Yett and set off towards the town. I passed the wall that I had walked up not long ago…
…and thought about walking back down it today.
But time was getting on and the weather was looking a bit gloomier, so I kept to the road for a bit longer until I got to my favourite pine trees…
…where I turned onto the hill and visited the three dancing trees.
They really are only lightly connected to the earth below their feet.
There was a hint of drizzle in the air so I was pleased to find myself on this track down to Whitshiels…
…as it both sheltered me from the drizzle (which soon petered out anyway) and gave me an opportunity to add some bright fungus on a tree stump and a mossy gate to the fungus I had just seen on one of the dancing trees and in the field nearby.
I got down to the main road and walked home along the river, enjoying some varied leaves on the way.
It was a walk of just over four miles, but for a short walk, I think that it packs a lot in, and it certainly worked up an appetite in me for a slice of bread and raspberry jam and a cup of tea with Mrs Tootlepedal when I got home. She had been doing some more levelling work on the drive while I was walking, but was back at the computer again on buy-out business when I got in.
As well as buying shoe laces on her morning outing to the town, she had also visited the butcher’s and bought a mountain of mince. I cooked mince and tatties for our tea and later in the evening we watched some clever cooks making fantastic ‘artistic jelly’ cakes on Bake Off.
The ground and garden have been able to dry up a bit in recent days but we are soon going to be back to more changeable weather so I have been grateful to get some good cycling and walking in while the going was good. Any half decent day in November is a bonus.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch with flaps down for a landing.