Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony in East Wemyss. It shows one of his dogs enjoying the East Wemyss weather as much as he does.
We presumably had some weather here today, but it was so dark that we couldn’t actually see it. As it was accompanied by very gusty winds, we didn’t go out to check if we could find it.
Mrs Tootlepedal kept herself busy with some of the mound of administrative work that she does for the buy out group. I imitated hibernating animals and slowed my body clock down so that I filled up three hour’s worth of time with one hour’s worth of footling around.
I got dressed very slowly, did the crossword very slowly (this was not by choice, it was difficult today), drank coffee very slowly, and watched the birds very slowly.
I couldn’t get a sharp close up of the birds…
…even when they were standing still…
…and a flying bird was an impossibility.
Among the reasons for which I got a new phone, the possibility of a good camera was well to the fore. I found that it has a macro mode and tried it on our African violet, using just the natural light from the window. I was quite impressed.
Mrs Tootlepedal cycled off to combine some business with shopping and I put the rest of a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group’s database.
All this professional procrastination took me nicely up to lunchtime.
It was still too gloomy and windy after lunch to make cycling an attractive proposition so I took my legs out for a walk (synedoche!)
Having considered the contrasting delights of howling winds on hilltops and muddy puddles on woodland paths, I went for a walk up the Wauchope road. This was a dull walk to match a dull day but it wasn’t entirely devoid of interest. There is just a glimmer of gold left among the Pool Corner larches…
…and the fungus at the top of the hill is still looking wonderful…
…the cattle at the feeder were working well together…
…and the little cascade at Bessie Bell’s is always worth a visit in my view.
A closer looks shows the power of the water better.
There are some interesting rock formations round here and a bit further up the river, I could see sedimentary strata rising almost vertically beside the water.
There were no walls on this part of my walk, but the trees are home to plenty of lichen…
…and there was fungus in various states of health on the verges of the road so I wasn’t bored.
Looking back at Whita, I was glad that I hadn’t gone for a hill walk…
…as not only would I have been blown about, but I also would not have been able to see a thing thanks to some very low clouds.
Looking across a small field, I could see a fine crop of polypores on a tree trunk.
After two miles, I came to a wall rich in lichen.
I walked on for a further furlong and was rewarded by a flourishing fungus…
…and satisfied with that, I turned for home. I didn’t have much choice to tell the truth, because the poor light was fading even more and I didn’t want to get run over by a delivery driver on a tight schedule as the visibility deteriorated further.
I tried a general shot with my phone on the way back to see how it performed in the very gloomy conditions and I was pleased with the result.
The clouds were even lower than when I set out but at least it wasn’t raining and the temperature was mild for the time of year. All in all, it wasn’t a bad outing for a dull walk on a dull day, and at just under four and a half miles, it gave me an excuse for some toast and bramble jelly with my cup of tea when I got back.
I used my phone to take a picture of a quince in a hedge just before I got home…
…but I had to use my camera and a flash to take a token flower picture in the garden as the poppy was waving about so much in the wind.
The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer, and the walk concluded any excitements for the day and I went back into slow mode. I did break out for long enough to cook a large fry up of liver, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and turnips for our tea. “Turnips?”, I hear a strangled cry. They were from the garden, and boiled. They went very well with the fry-up.
The flying bird of the day was there but it flew off before I could catch it.