Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce. He is on a family visit to Sheffield and came across the Cobweb bridge on the Five Weirs Walk.
After our brief sunny interlude, we were back to grey today. Very grey. It was quite warm though and it wasn’t raining so Mrs Tootlepedal was able to bicycle off to do some work at the Langholm Initiative, and Dropscone was able to cycle round, with scones, to have coffee with me.
His golf game is not good at the moment, he told me. To make things worse, crows keep sweeping down onto the golf course and stealing the golf balls from the fairways. He and his playing partners recently lost nine balls on a single outing. Why the crows do this is a mystery, as it where they cache the balls which they steal.
After coffee, I went off to help out with the Tarras Valley Nature Reserve volunteers. Nine of us turned up today to help Kat, our leader, clear unwanted pheasant rearing fences and equipment from a wood in Glentarras. We had made a good start last week, but there was still plenty to do. After clearing the fence down a very steep bank, we were able to get into a more open part of the wood.
The sharp eyed may just be able to make out the posts and wire behind the clump of bracken in the middle of the picture above.
It is hard work, as the fence is stapled to the ground and very firmly fixed to the posts. We still have at least another day’s work to do to finish the clearance. Everything has to be taken out of the wood and here are a gang tackling a load of folded up wire . . .
. . . and here is Kat taking away a roll of coiled up hose used for providing water for the young birds. Kirsty is carrying the water basins.
We worked hard for an hour and a half, and then assembled at the bottom of the hill for a group photograph . . .
. . . before heading back along the track in some light drizzle for the now traditional hot Ribena and biscuits.
We were parked beside the bridge over the Tarras Water, and I took the opportunity of nipping down to the river bank for a better look at it.
Although it doesn’t show in the picture, it was raining quite persistently by this time, so after a quick look at moss and lichen on the bridge parapet . . .
. . . and some catkins nearby . . .
. . . I jumped (heaved myself) into the car and drove home.
Mrs Tootlepedal had a busy day today. After her Langholm Initiative meeting, she had gone off for coffee with her ex work colleagues, and now after lunch, she went off again, this time to do some work on her curtains with a local sewing group.
I had all sorts of virtuous plans for afternoon exercise, but after the vigorous exercise in the morning, the prospect of going out again in very grey, wet and windy weather did not seem appealing. I did manage to get as far as the garden for a moment or two. It was damp.
The snowdrops along the back path have some way to go to match the ones that I saw yesterday on my walk . . .
. . . but the sarcococca is thriving.
When I went back in, I modified my original plan to include some indoor cycling on the bike to nowhere, and then I re-modified it to doing nothing. I did that very well.
My new plan lasted into the evening. It went so well that I even forgot about our regular Zoom with my brother and sisters, and had to be reminded to join the meeting half way through.
We have got weather warnings for the next two days, so although we may see some sun tomorrow, it is going to come with 50 mph winds. I will not be cycling.
There were few birds in the garden, and none at all when I was looking out of the window, so there is no bird of the day today, flying, sitting or swimming.