Sair finger

Today’s guest picture comes from blog reader Norman, aka Brandybutter. He was visiting Durham Cathedral and was surprised to find the moon at home there. He knew that I liked pictures of the moon and sent me this one.

(That moon has appeared before on the blog. My brother saw it in Derby Cathedral in September 2019. The moon exhibition is obviously going the rounds again. )

This is going to be a post light on words and heavy on pictures as I have got a sore finger with a dressing on the end and I keep hiotting two kleys at the same tiome.

I went to the health centre for advice on my sore finger.

There were a lot of birds about in the morning, particularly greenfinches.

Mrs Tootlepedal went out for coffee. Dropscone came in for coffee.

I had a walk round the garden.

I had haggis for lunch.

Mrs Tootlepedal went out to a stitching group in the afternoon.

I watched the birds . . .

. . . and went for a walk.

It was raining so I put on my new waterproof walking trousers. They worked very well as it stopped raining almost immediately after I had started my walk.

Although it was quite warm, it definitely was not summer any more.

Here is a gallery of the sights that I saw as I walked down to Skippers, up the road to Broomholmshiels, back through the woods to Skippers again and then home along the other bank of the river. I saw and heard more geese flying overhead on their way to their winter quarters but couldn’t get a picture of them.

The gallery shows things in the reverse order that I saw them. Click on a picture to get the full size images.

After mending the the suspended bit of the suspension bridge, they are now busy building a wall to protect the pier that it stands on.

When I got home, I refilled the feeder and found that the birds were still shouting at each other.

We had a Zoom with my brother and sisters, an evening meal, and a visit from Mike and Alison to round the day off.

I managed to play the recorder not too badly in spite of my sore finger, and enjoyed the conversation after playing. I hope that my finger is better soon as I am a two finger typist and having to coreect everyu pother workd you are typing is very boring.

I was spoiled for choice today so here are two flying birds of the day in light drizzle.

Footnote: The title of today’s post references a poem often recited by children at school in days gone past. My injured digit was not my pinkie though.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

34 thoughts on “Sair finger

  1. Thank you for the link to the poem. I am glad your shutter finger worked well and hope the injured finger will stop being sair soon.

      1. I still do not know why it is sore, but I do express heartfelt sympathy. I find a hurt finger can have an unpleasant impact on a whole day at work. At least on a day off, one can soak it in Epsom salts or some such while reading a book or watching a bicycle race.

  2. I’m a two finger typist as well and I can imagine how much harder and slower hunting and pecking would be if I lost one of them, so I hope yours heals quickly.
    I’m glad you were still able to get out and take photos.
    That moon looks like an excellent reproduction of the real thing. I wonder if it is spherical or flat, like a photo.

  3. Oh, how I know about hitting two keys at once, and even more, hitting the adjacent key only. Thank goodnrss for spellcheck which relieves dome if the tedious burden of correction.

  4. Oh dear, fingers are important.

    I checked the reference, read the poem, and sort of understood it, or parts of it. But then I watched a few you tube videos of folks reciting it. Listening did nothing to make it easier to understand; it was worse. But there was something in there about “lettin’ on”, pretending I suppose. Hmm…

  5. I do hope your finger improves. I trapped my right index digit in the car door last night, and had difficulty using it to type. Although I will probably lose the nail, it is quite serviceable this morning.

  6. Sorry to read about your sore finger- hope it improves soon. Love the poem …found copy with explanation of unknown words! The lily was worth waiting for. Autumn colours are certainly in your photos today- a fine selection to enjoy.

    1. It is a poem that any parent or grandparent of more than one child can recognise.

      Because of our warm nights and relatively calm days, the trees are still bursting with leaves. If we get our usual strong winds around the end of September and beginning of October, there might be quite a few broken branches.

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