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.