Today’s guest picture comes from a recent visit to Bath by my Somerset correspondent Venetia. This famous bridge and weir made a guest appearance in the film version of Les Miserables where they were magically transported to Paris.
We had another lovely day here, but sadly the wall to wall sunshine was accompanied by a brisk wind so I didn’t feel the call to go for a pedal. We had a busy morning all the same. Our neighbour Margaret came round for coffee for the first time for three weeks. I went shopping. We pruned a buddleia, shredded the branches and added them to the compost. Mrs Tootlepedal tidied up the hellebores. And then it was time for lunch.
The garden is colourful in parts.
I had a brief look at the bird feeder and saw only chaffinches . . .
. . . and a longer look at the holly tree where starlings were posing.
After lunch, we had a Zoom meeting with our granddaughter Matilda and her parents in Edinburgh. Matilda has caught Covid at school but was remarkably cheery, as were her parents who have not caught it from her yet.
Then I went for a walk, and it was warm enough for me not to need a jacket. This was a great treat.
Cycling down the Wauchope road last month . . .
. . . I thought that it would make an interesting outing to walk up to the top of Warbla from the gate at the bridge instead of up the usual track from the park. This looked like a good day to give it a go, so I walked up the road, spotting this little point of interest as I went.
When I got to the bridge, I went through the gate and started up the hill. It was steeper than it looks in the picture. I gained height quite quickly, and was happy to pause every now and again to take in the views.
It was hard work on the rough ground and I don’t think that I would have been able to do it without the assistance of my poles. I don’t push hard on the poles to propel me uphill, but even gentle pressure on the poles is a great help. They keep me balanced and let me step with confidence.
It turned out to be three quarters of a mile to the top with just under 600 feet of climbing, so it was hardly mountaineering, but it definitely felt like an achievement to have found a new route.
The ridge at the top of the climb is unassuming in itself, but it does offer really good views.
I walked down the ridge and then up on to the little knoll at the trig point where I took the obligatory picture over the town and up the Ewes valley . . .
. . . but I didn’t stop there a moment longer than I had to. The strong wind was really piercing and for the first and only time on my walk, I felt rather chilly.
I came down over rough ground to the track to Skippers Bridge, and as I descended, the sun went down too. I enjoyed the play of light and shadows on my way back to town.
A backlit magnolia greeted me at the garden gate.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon trying not to watch or to listen to Scotland losing to Ireland at rugby.
Later on a dangerous crisis was averted. What threatened to be a complete biscuit drought was averted by good work by the ginger biscuit fairy.
It was also the day when the last bouquet of birthday flowers for Mrs Tootlepedal arrived.
The florist has done us proud, and we have had lovely flowers in the house all through the winter months. It is a birthday present idea that may come to me again next year.
I didn’t get a flying bird of the day today so a shy dunnock, spotted in a flower bed at midday, is standing in.