Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Susan who acquired it from a blogging friend. It shows a notice at an RSPB site which conveys a feeling that I am sure we all recognise from time to time.
Mrs Tootlepedal and I definitely went the right way this morning. The temperature was just above freezing, the sun was out, the sky was blue…it was a day for a walk and we went for a walk.
Shortly after we left home, we were very impressed to pass our friend Cat, dressed for a dip in the river in spite of the very low temperature. We were happy to leave this endeavour to her and walked on over the suspension bridge. There were more people in the river there too when we looked upstream.
They looked as though they were working rather than having fun, so perhaps they were inspecting the bridge. (I see from reading a Facebook post later in the evening that they were firefighters in training.)
At this point, I discovered that I hadn’t put a card in my camera. All the pictures on the walk were therefore taken with my new phone.
We walked down the river to Skippers Bridge and then took the steps up to the old railway track, and then headed up past this fine tree….
…through the wood towards the Round House…
…but turned off before we got to it, and went instead along the track to Broomholmshiels. The bracken beside the track looked colourful in the sunshine…
…and in spite of some soggy bits, we climbed up the final wooded section…
…and got safely to the open track to the farm.
There was work going on to the newly made roadway to one of the pylons and we wondered what was happening. Fortunately we met our friend Nancy shortly afterwards and she told us that they were removing the hardcore which had been put down during the pylon maintenance work. They are trying to return the ground to the way it was earlier but it will take some time for it to recover, if it ever does.
We stood and chatted with Nancy who was walking with fellow Archive Group member May, and we all agreed that it was a grand day to be out and about.
We were walking the walk in opposite direction to them so they went on their way and we went on ours, taking the road back down the hill to the river.
The old railway bridge wall at Broomholm has a splendid array of spleenwort on it…
…and the wall beside the road after the bridge is completely covered with amazing quantities of moss….
…and more lichen.
When we got to the bottom of the hill and walked along beside the river, we stopped to admire this little stream. It looks as though a human hand has tidied its surrounds up a bit.
I had to let the phone have a go at one of my favourite shots…
…before we crossed the bridge and walked home along the Murtholm.
The alders beside the river were absolutely covered with catkins and cones.
As we wandered along the Beechy Plains, I saw a good example of script lichen to end the illustrations for our outing.
When we got home, I put a card in my camera and went out into the garden to see if anything had survived the chilly morning.
The blackbirds haven’t quite finished the cotoneaster berries yet.
Mrs Tootlepedal has brought in a rose which she thought looked in need of TLC, and it is in a little vase in the kitchen now….
…adding a little glamour to the washing up.
I made some lentil soup for a late lunch and then had a look at the birds. There were not many about today, possibly because of the sparrowhawk which made at least one unsuccessful swoop through the garden.
I did see a blue tit low down and a chaffinch high up…
…and a couple of chaffinches having trouble with precise landings….
With not much happening in the bird world, I left them to it and went shopping at the Co-op. This was a modified success. I had a list, remembered to take it with me, found all the items on the list, got in the short queue for the checkout and realised that I hadn’t got any money or my card with me.
They were happy for me to set my shopping basket down beside the till and go home and get my card. They were so unsurprised about it, that it was obvious that I am not the only absent minded shopper inLangholm.
My plan to become a millionaire in a few weeks by buying scratchcards suffered a setback as I cashed in my fifteen pounds winnings, saved three pounds and bought twelve pounds of new excitement. I did have two winning lines but as they only amounted to eight pounds between them, I fear that my dream may have died.
While I was shopping, Mrs Tootlepedal was making profiteroles and when the time came, we sat down to enjoy them with our afternoon cup of tea.
Our weight loss programme is not going quite as well as it should for some reason.
Our neighbour Liz rang up later in the evening and suggested that as the moon was coming our from behind the clouds, it might be worth a look. I had a look but annoyingly the moon didn’t quite co-operate fully.
The flying bird of the day is yet another chaffinch. I like chaffinches, they fly quite slowly.