Today’s guest picture comes from our neighbour Liz. She came across some very colourful fungus on her walk today.
With high pressure settled over us, we had another quiet and chilly day here today. There was no sun about and as a result there was no mist either.
It was too chilly to make cycling attractive after breakfast so I spent some time watching the birds, and unlike recent days, there were quite a few birds to watch.
A goldfinch showed off its lovely wing colours…
…and a robin perched on a pile of earth under the feeder.
I went upstairs to look down from an upper window and got a different angle on chaffinches arriving…
…while a blue tit added a dash of colour to the proceedings.
Mrs Tootlepedal went out for socially distanced coffee today so I was left on my own, and after a stroll to the shop, I went off on a walk to check on the repairs to the road past Skippers Bridge.
I stopped for fungus on my way and a closer look showed that it is more furry than it seems at first sight.
I had my new phone with me and tried out the camera on it. I thought that it did well at a general picture of the Beechy Plains…
…and its macro function was useful for these ash buds.
The road had been repaired very neatly…
…and I walked along it with great confidence! It is probable that the damage to it was caused by quarry lorries taking material to repair the big landslip further up the road, so it is to be hoped that no further damage has been caused by lorries bringing in the material for this repair.
I walked on along the road and then turned off to the track up to the old oak woods….
…where I was happy to stop for a breather after a short but very steep little climb up from the old railway.
I took the track towards the Round House and tried another couple of pictures with my phone to see how it would do in fairly low light in the woods.
I was impressed. I can imagine going for a walk and leaving my pocket camera behind (though as I am a belt and braces man by nature, I probably won’t).
I didn’t get as far as the Round House but turned onto the open hill and walked up to the stile across the wall below the quarry. There are steep bits on this track too so I stopped occasionally to admire the views and record things of interest on my way.
I used the phone to capture the stile…
…and my camera to capture a view of the town once I had got over the stile…
…and the last of the haws.
Most of our hills are rather smooth and grassy but there are occasional rocky patches and the phone recorded this one.
You might think that walking round Langholm is untrammelled bliss but after rainy spells, it can sometimes be a bit of a nightmare…
…and quite a lot of the track along the hill was like this. “Very clarty,” a man whom I met at the stile called it, and he was quite right.
If I had not had two good walking poles with me, I would have slipped over several times and come home with a very soggy bottom. As lovers of the Great British Bake Off will know, a soggy bottom is a thing to be avoided at all costs.
I got home in nice time for lunch with Mrs Tootlepedal. She had had a busy morning combining coffee with shopping.
After lunch, she went off again, this time on buy-out group business. After some indecisive dilly-dallying, I went out too. I took my bike for a short ride up and down the Wauchope road. I had left it too late to go round a circular route.
I was quite happy to pedal for an hour and do thirteen easy miles in that time. I stopped only once, just to show that I had been out. The two bowl shaped fungi beside the road at Springhill are still standing wonderfully upright, twenty three days after I first saw them…
…though the bigger one nearer the road has seen better days to say the least.
I had bought some cream on my morning shopping trip and when the time came (four o’clock, Mary Jo), I whipped some of it up and we added it to Mrs Tootlepedal’s birthday strawberry cake and ate it as a virtual cream tea. It was delicious.
Darkness had fallen by the time that tea and cake had gone, and the day ended with a sibling Zoom and an evening meal of baked potatoes and baked beans.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.