Today’s guest picture is a calm seaside view from Portsmouth taken by my sister Caroline.
Today’s post is just a brief note to say that Mrs Tootlepedal and I had an enjoyable if quiet Christmas day, with excellent food, a short walk, and digital encounters with our granddaughters.
There was a moment when we hailed a smiling morn . . .
. . . but it was just a moment and we were soon back to cold and grey weather, with a very nippy wind when we were out walking.
The birds came for their Christmas dinner, headed by the Christmas chaffinch . . .
. . . who was followed by a number of candidates for the Christmas flying chaffinch of the day.
Afire a good meal of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with some ham on the side, and a feast of roasted root vegetables, we went out to shoogle down a bit of room for a mince pie and brandy butter with Christmas pud to follow.
It would be nice to think that this might be the last year that the ugly scaffolding on the Erskine Church spoils the view . . .
. . . but we are not holding our breath.
We walked round the pheasant hatchery, enjoying upright trees, trees covered in wrinkles and lichen, cruelly ripped trees, and trees neatly cut to allow walkers to get through.
We are grateful to the hard workers who have cleared the paths.
The walk made just enough room for the mince pie and Christmas pud, and after our encounters with our granddaughters (and their parents), we had a light evening meal of cold cuts and whiled the evening away watching the telly, including a really good film called Don’t Look Up.
I thank all the kind people who sent us Christmas good wishes. Your good wishes worked. We had a happy Christmas
The flying bird of the day is one of the chaffinches.