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Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who was out and about and saw skaters on the temporary ice rink at Somerset House.  It always looks a rather staid way of having fun to me.

Somerset house skating

We had a second sunny day today but the weather gods had another trick up their sleeve and kept the temperature between 0 and 2 degrees all day so when it came to cycling, the best that I could do was forty minutes on the bike to nowhere in the garage, a dull way to start the day.

Before I pedalled, I had a quick look round the garden to admire Jack Frost’s handiwork.

jack frost in garden

The blue pineapple is on the end of the vegetable garden railings and I think the the dangling flower head must be one of the last calendulas.

When I had finished the indoor pedal, Mrs Tootlepedal and I drove up to the bird hide at the Moorland Project feeders and while Mrs Tootlepedal sat in the car scanning the hillside for raptors, I sat in the hide watching smaller birds.  I got the best bargain I think because she saw one distant bird and I saw dozens.

There were some blue tits…

blue tit at laverock

..and great tits…

great tit at leaverock

…but there were more coal tits than the others put together.  I only saw this one siskin sharing the peanuts with the coal tits.

busy feeder at laverock

Two chaffinches made a charming tableau on the tree stump outside the hide…

two chaffinches at laverock

…and I was very happy to see a greater spotted woodpecker on the peanuts.

woodpecker at hide

When we got home, I made some lentil soup and looked out of the window from time to time.

A blackbird paused on the edge of the tray under the feeders for a peaceful portrait…


…while up above, it was all go for the sparrows with a goldfinch hoping to resist the invasion.

sparrows at feeder

After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off on a shopping mission and I went for a walk.

I went over the Town Bridge and checked on a pair of black headed gulls who were deep in conversation at the Meeting of the Waters..

two gulls

…passed Santa who is making ends meet by doing a little bus driving until the busy period comes round….

santa busman

…crossed the Sawmill Brig, my second bridge and walked up the track past the Estate offices.

There is a fine row of trees across a field which I think looks like a hedge that got away some time ago.

overgrown hedge

I wasn’t wearing very suitable footwear but I took a chance and set off along a muddy track towards the High Mill Brig.

There were many puddles but luckily, there was enough frost in the ground to make it firm enough for me to make progress and keep my feet dry.

pathead track

And there was plenty of interest along the way.  Looking down, I saw frozen moss and three sorts of lichen within a few feet of each other on a wall,,,,

moss and lichen on wall

…and looking up,  saw about a hundred birds flying overhead.  From their formation, I thought at first that they might be geese…

birds in fligth

…but a closer look makes me think they were gulls….but I am not certain.

possible ducks

At the end of the track, I came to one of the useful gates that the Langholm Walks group have organised for the convenience of walkers following their marked routes.

langholm walks gate

Following the track along the edge of the field, I came down to my third bridge of the day, the High Mill Brig…

high mill bridge

…so called because of the mill which stood nearby for many years.  The mill has gone now but the bridge carries the main road north out of the town and is still busy.

I crossed the bridge and followed the road back towards the town, crossing the Sawmill Brig again and then walking round the Castleholm and crossing the Jubilee Bridge, my fourth and last of the excursion.

There was more interest as I went along.

berry fence laurel and moss

The circular pattern in the top right frame, is the sawn top of a fence post covered with ice.  It was cold but as the day was very still, it was a pleasure to be out and about even if the sun had been overtaken by some low cloud.

On my way back through the New Town, I stopped off at Mike and Alison’s house to enquire about the state of Alison’s recently dislocated shoulder.  This was not entirely a disinterested call as she is my Friday night orchestra and I am hoping that she won’t be out of action too long as I miss the playing.  She was remarkably cheerful and made a cup of tea while I chatted to Mike.  As the tea came with a delicious ginger biscuit, it was doubly welcome.

Alison has tried a little piano playing which is good news.

I didn’t stay long as they told me that Mrs Tootlepedal had called in when she had finished shopping but had not stopped because she didn’t want me not to find her in when I came back from my walk and worry about where she was.

When I got back to the garden, I found evidence that her shopping trip had been successful.  She had bought our Christmas tree for the next four or five years.


My flute pupil Luke sent me a message to say that he couldn’t come for the usual session because of a meeting in Dumfries so I had time for a quiet sit before making the tea and going out to play trios with Mike and Isabel.

The playing would have gone better if I had brought the right bag with my flute, music stand and music in it instead of quite a different bag with none of these essentials.  However, Mike and Isabel played some Vivaldi duets while I went off and got the right bag and then we played Quantz, Mozart and Telemann trios so we were all happy.

The flying bird of the day is a black headed gull above the Ewes Water at the Kilngreen.

flying gull


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Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony and shows his efforts to teach his dogs to appreciate a fine sunset over the Forth last night.

wemyss dogs at sunset

We got a frosty morning without the benefit of any sunshine here and the temperature hardly rose at all for the rest of the day.  Still, as everyone remarked, at least it wasn’t raining.

The chilly weather was encouraging birds to come to the feeder…

chilly feeder

….and I poked my nose out into the garden after breakfast to enjoy Jack Frost’s work.

garden frost

Sandy came round for coffee and we discussed Archive Group business.  He is busy cleaning and scanning a large set of photographic glass plates which are more than 100 years old and he is finding the results very interesting.  They will appear on our website in due course.

While we were chatting, an unexpected flash of colour caught my eye and I leapt up to see a brambling in the plum tree,

brambling in Plum tree december

This is the second one of the season but like the first, it seemed to be a lone bird and didn’t stay long.

Unlike the brambling, the dunnocks are permanent fixtures at the moment and are obviously managing to avoid the marauding cats which haunt our garden.

dunnock on chair

Otherwise the traffic was much as usual.

chaffinch and goldfinch frosty day

After coffee, I gave my spare laptop and the Archive Group projector a trial run and then went along to the Buccleuch Centre with them where I was able to prove that there is such a thing as a free lunch.  Not only did I get some excellent soup and sandwiches at the patrons’ lunch but I was allowed the privilege of showing the other patrons 100 of my photographs.  They put up with this without any complaint and I enjoyed showing a selection taken from every month from December 2017 to December 2018.

Mrs Tootlepedal was helping with the catering both for our lunch and the other customers in the coffee bar and she had a very busy time.  She was still working hard when I went home.

The afternoon was very still and I would dearly have liked to have gone for a quick cycle ride, as days with little wind are at a premium.  However, the thermometer was still only showing 2 degrees C so I allowed good sense to take control.  I really do not want to hit a patch of ice on my bike this winter and even if the road is 99% ice free, it is the other 1% that can do the damage.

I went for a walk.

It turned out to be a good decision because although the going underfoot was good, not only were there plenty of icy puddles…

icy puddle

…but there was also a rawness in the air that made it feel very cold so cycling would not have been fun at all.

When I got to the park, I found that someone had been improving on nature…

baubles in park tree

…and when I had passed through the park, I found that others had gone to the trouble of sweeping (or blowing) all the leaves off the path through the Beechy Plains.

swept beechy plains

This is the sort of thing that brings a smile to your face even when your nose and ears are tingling with the cold.

I walked along the Murtholm track, looking for points of interest on a grey day, such as a bright bramble leaf

winter bramble leaf

…and drops of water suspended on every square of the sheep fencing the whole way along the track….

droplets on sheep wire

…and evidence of the recent strong winds…

fallen branches

…and a very fresh and green looking shrub.   I am open to suggestions as to what it might be.  Some sort of ivy perhaps?


I looked up at Warbla where I had been standing in the beautiful sunshine yesterday…

Warbla on a frosty day

…and was very glad that I wasn’t up there today.

It was growing increasingly misty as I went towards Skippers Bridge and when I got to it, the view downstream from the bridge was gloomy.

misty from skippers

Where there is a bridge parapet or a wall, there is always lichen and there was a good selection on the bridge itself and the wall along the main road as I walked back.

skippers brodge lichen

There as lichen of a different sort on a wooden fence beside the path further on and one or two defiant daisies to add a touch of colour to my walk.

lichen adn saisy

I was surprised to see a very healthy looking fungus up a tree outside the back entrance to the Co-op store….

co-op fungus high

…and some more lower down the tree.

co-op fungus low

I was pleased to have managed to get a two mile walk in before the light completely faded but I was even more pleased to get home and into the warmth with a cup of tea and a slice of toast.

Waiting on my doorstep when I got back was a bottle of red wine. It turned out to be a present from Bob, the organiser of the patron’s lunch.  I found a good home for it while I was eating my evening meal and I am writing this post in a consequently very cheerful mood.  (Mrs Tootlepedal had a glass too.)

It is supposed to get progressively warmer over the next two days but as it is going to rain as well, this is not much consolation.

The flying bird of the day is outlined against the frosty lawn.

flying chffinch frosty

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Today’s guest picture is a Paddington Basin sunset captured by my sister Mary.  I don’t usually go for sunsets but this is a cracker.

Paddington Basin

We had another even colder day today, without the benefit of any added sunshine.

Thanks to a very slowly dripping but unnoticed tap in the guest bathroom, it was cold enough to freeze the pipe when the trickle of water got to the outside wall of the house.  In turn this caused the condensate pipe from our boiler to stop working and we woke up to a rather chilly house and no hot water.

We have fires to put on so we were in no danger of freezing ourselves but the lack of hot water and the chill in the unheated rooms was annoying.

After trying and failing to do some ad hoc thawing of pipes with hot water and hair driers, we gave up and I went for a walk. The forecast is for a thaw over night so we are keeping our fingers crossed.

When I looked down the frozen dam at the back of the house, I saw that there was a small unfrozen patch which had attracted a lot of blackbirds.  I counted ten at one time spread along the dam but they didn’t all stay in place for this picture.

blackbirds on dam

They were very busy popping on and off the ice at the water hole and one of them got very indignant when some starlings had the effrontery to want a drink too.

blackbirds on dam

The starlings retreated to a wire and waited for another chance.


There had been a hint of mist about when I got up so I was hoping for some ice covered trees but after a promising start at the park…

frosty trees

…the rest of the walk was a bit disappointing as the taller tree seemed unaffected.  There was plenty of ice about…


…and the view up river at the Meeting of the Waters was very wintery.

meeting of the waters

As I crossed the Sawmill Brig, I could see a little cave of icicles where a small steam joins the Ewes from an underground pipe.


Langholm Castle looked quite forbidding….

Langholm Castle

…and as always, I was keeping an eye out for fence posts.

frosty fencepost

It was too cold to linger for long and I didn’t want my camera to freeze so I didn’t dilly dally and was soon looking over our front hedge into a very frosty garden.

frosty garden

I had stopped to look at the gulls at the Kilngreen on my way round.  There were a lot about today, including a headless gull…


…and the gull (very) close formation flying team.


Although these are black headed gulls, they haven’t got their black heads yet but they do have very decorative feet and beaks.


Once inside, I didn’t go out again but I did keep looking out of the kitchen window when any movement caught my attention.  The sub zero temperatures brought a lot birds to the feeders.

There were siskins…


…and the chaffinch aerial ballet corps…


…which descended into arguments when it was time for a seed break.


The feeder on the left of the pole was busy today and this gave me the chance to get some left to right flying chaffinches instead of my usual right to left shots.


Other flying birds were available.

siskin and goldfinch

As well as flying birds, there was some top quality posing too.



And a collared dove won the trophy for the most fluffed up bird of the day by miles.

collared dove

I could have spent a lot of time enjoying the birds but the kitchen, which has no heater, was rather chilly and as I couldn’t stand the cold, I got out of the kitchen.

I went into the computer room and spent a happy afternoon putting music onto the computer for my flute pupil Luke and doing some flute practice too.

As we can’t leave the fires on overnight, it is going to be very nippy when we get up tomorrow so I hope that the pipes will have taken advantage of the slight lift in the temperature and unfrozen themselves.  If not, we may have to call for assistance.

One of the Kilngreen gulls is the flying bird of the day.



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Today’s guest picture is another from Mike Griffiths’ visit to Stratford-upon-Avon.  This is Cox’s Yard, once a timber merchant’s place of business and now a high class eatery.

Cox's Yard

We had plenty of sunshine here today but it had to struggle against the chill and on the whole, the chill won.

frosty lawn

It was sub zero C when we got up and it never got above 3 degrees all day.  Still, it made for pretty patterns in the garden.

frosty leaves

And as a bonus, it wasn’t icy underfoot so after Mrs Tootlepedal had gone off to sing with the church choir and I had made a pasta sauce for the slow cooker, I went for a short walk.

There are still remnants of my cough lurking about to discomfort me just when I think that all is clear so my walk was short and easy.

It was just above freezing when I set out but only just…

boiler venting

…but where the sun had had an opportunity, it had melted the frost away.

Wauchope in frost

A beech tree at the entrance to the park still provides a bit of colour on a sunny morning…


…but in the woods along the river bank, things are bleaker….


….and the ice persisted.


As soon as I could, I came out from under the trees and enjoyed the sunshine.

Stubholm stable

There is something irresistible about an ad hoc collection of sheds like this.

My walk was very short and I was soon back down among the ice crystals on the park wall.

park wall ice

I was even more impressed by the top of a fence post in the road just outside our house.

fence post ice

As we were going to Carlisle in the afternoon, I took our car out from the very cold and shady spot where it lives in our drive and parked it in a pool of sunshine on the road outside our gate.

It needed a chance to defrost a bit.

wing mirror

This was the wing mirror.

Once the car was parked, I had a moment to watch the birds.

The plum tree made a good vantage point for a goldfinch to check out the seed scene.

goldfinch in plum tree

Down below, birds were both coming and going….

busy feeder

…and going and coming.

busy feeder

I liked this picture which shows that landing on the perches is not quite as straightforward as the birds make it look.

chaffinches landing

And of course it is easy to miss your footing when greenfinches start shouting just as you are landing.

greenfinch shouting

There were more peaceful moments.



After lunch, we had to go into the choir a bit early as a journalist from the local Carlisle newspaper was writing a story about the choir’s fifth birthday and I had been asked to chat to him as a long serving member who had joined with no singing experience.

As they are hoping to recruit more men to sing with the choir, I hope that the remarks that I and another of the tenors made will be reported in a way that encourages others to come along and try.

The journalist stayed for the first half of the practice and was quite impressed so we await his article with interest.

Once again, we were worked very hard by our conductor but with the Christmas concert looming, quite a lot of homework is on the cards.

The slow cooked pasta sauce, basically mince and veg, went very well with some tagliatelle for our tea and as Mrs Tootlepedal made semolina pudding to follow it up, we were well insulated from any evening chill.

The weather is due to warm up for the next few days but it is going to bring wind and rain so we may soon be looking back on our frosty mornings with nostalgia.

If the prose in today’s post seems a little distrait, blame it on Mrs Tootlepedal.  She kindly cut my hair today so I am feeling a little light headed.

The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch trying to avoid the paparazzi.

flying chaffinch

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Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary, who popped over to Paris for some culture.  She bravely used that external escalator.

The excalators snaking up outside the Pompidou building

It was frosty again when we got up and I recorded the fact with the aid of a spirea.

frozen spirea

frozen spirea

My recovery from the cold has been delayed again and so I took advantage of a cancellation at the Health Centre to get a check on my chest from a doctor this morning.  It’s just a cold and will go away in its own sweet time.  He didn’t have much of a view about when and suggested sticking my head over a bowl of boiling water three times a day for a week.  I think he said ‘over’ and not ‘in’.

I was wasting another day of very light winds but as the temperature never got much above 5°C, I wasn’t as distraught about this as I might have been on a warmer day.

I looked out of the window as the morning went on.

I couldn’t see much because flying chaffinches kept getting in the way.

flying chaffinches

There were other birds about….some cute…


…some stern…


…and some that I may have seen at Gretna yesterday evening.


After a nourishing lunch of sombre looking but quite tasty soup, I went for a short walk just to stretch the legs.  When it is not windy, even 5°C seems pleasantly warm for a walk if you are properly dressed.

I walked through the park to the Stubholm and then followed track through the Kernigal wood and down to Skipperscleuch and came back along the river.

There was lichen and fungus to be seen as I went along.


And I liked the way that two leaves had become imprinted on a rock much in the way that we used to press leaves when we were in the infant school.

lichen and leaves

Although I was among trees for a lot of the walk, there were occasional views.

mist in the hills


And even a little late autumn colour.

late autumn colour

Most of the colour from my walk was in the form of larches, which looked golden to my eye from a distance….


…but not quite as pretty to my camera’s sensor.

The actual needles were mostly brownish yellow but still surprisingly green in places.


There were plenty of bare trees to enjoy.

bare tree

And when I got down to Skippers Bridge, I went down to the waterside and took the obligatory shot.  For some reason Roy Orbison came to mind.

skippers bridge

When I got home, I found that Mrs Tootlepdal had been very busy doing another section of her path and clearing the nasturtiums from around the front door,


It was sad to see them go as they had done very well in resisting the early frosts but the last one had been too much for them.

I lent a hand on some more tidying up.

There are still a few survivors about.

sweet rocket and clematis in november

It was too cold and gloomy to linger in the garden for long so we came in for a cup of tea and a slice or two of a Selkirk bannock.  In this we had a lot in common with Queen Victoria who is said to have been very partial to a slice or two of a Selkirk bannock with her afternoon cup of tea.

In the evening, I went off to do some more croaking with Langholm Sings, our local choir.  There were only two tenors there tonight and so we enjoyed a very quiet and peaceful evening and were modestly pleased with our efforts.

In spite of all the flying chaffinches, the flying bird of the day is a blue tit.  It not the best picture but it makes a change.

flying blue tit



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Today’s guest picture come all the way from Las Vegas  where Sandy is on holiday.  The architects there seemingly need a little more practice.

Las Vegas

It was a day of this and that today.  This was beautiful blue skies and sunshine and that was sub zero temperatures in the morning.  The prospect in the garden was chilly…

Frosty lawn

…and the flowers had taken a battering.

special grandma

Iced rose

It was a very still day and as I walked through the garden, I could hear the plink plonk as individual leaves fell off the walnut tree.  There was still beauty to be seen….

azalea leaf

…but most of the flowers may be gone beyond repair.

The birds must have got cold feet on the frosty feeder…


…and on the frosty bench….


The dunnock had picked up some of the extra food that I had put out.

great tit

The great tit was making its mind up between fat balls and sunflower seeds

The cold weather had brought a large number of blackbirds back into the garden.


I easily resisted any temptation to go out cycling at 3°C, even though the sun was shining brightly and wisely stayed inside until coffee time when Dropscone arrived bearing scones.  After tasting, the scones were graded A1 and soon disappeared.  Dropscone had had a very busy Sunday driving up to Glasgow and back to deliver some spare keys to his younger daughter who had locked herself out of her flat.  He took it well.

Apart from sweeping up some of the leaves in the garden after Dropscone had gone on his way, the only other activity of note was a trip to our corner shop to get some milk.  Even in the sun, a very short trip on a bike felt too cold for fun.

A robin was waiting for me when I got home.


It was a grand day for a walk though and after lunch, with the thermometer showing a heady 5°C, Mrs Tootlepedal and I set out to get a view.

I was momentarily detained by a chaffinch before we left…

chaffinch dropping seed

Small birds are very messy eaters.

…and then by a huge amount of fungus shortly after we crossed the Park Bridge.


Although the fungus was quite widespread, it might all have stemmed from this old tree stump’s roots.

tree stump with fungus

The stump has the biggest bracket fungus on it that I have ever seen.

We left the park and climbed up the track to the Stubholm.  It was so covered with fallen leaves…

fallen leaves

…that we were amazed to find so many still on the trees when we got to the road at the top.

Stubholm road

After one more stop to admire more fungus on a dead tree….

Stubholm fungus

…we finally got among the views.

View from Warbla

We walked up the grassy track, peering into the sun…

Warbla track

…until we came to the final gate and stile…

Warbla stile

The stile was built before it was felt necessary to put easier access gates on our local walks.

…and rested at the summit.

Mrs Tootlepedal on Warbla

Mrs Tootlepedal contemplates the view of England

I looked down to the town bridge a mile below us…

Langholm Bridge from Warbla

…and admired the view up the valley beyond the town.

Ewes valley

Warbla gives the walker an excellent 360 degree view but the bright sun meant that only 180° of it was available to the camera today.

On one side I could see this charming cameo…

View from warbla

…and on the other, the two new windmills on the Craig wind farm which were now both up (but not running yet).

Craig windfarm

Even though it was a very calm day, there was still enough wind to keep the old turbines turning.

The top of Warbla is home to a fine array of communication devices…

warbla mast

…which I thought might look good in monochrome…

…and I still had the camera on that setting when I had another look at the view on our way back down the hill.

The esk valley

If I hadn’t already put in too many pictures from the walk, I might have shown you this  sunlit horse….

stubholm horse

…and a fine selection of more fungi and lichen…

fungus and lichen

The two bottom frames show a tree stump in front of the church  surrounded by a sea of fungus.

…but as I haven’t got room, I’ll leave them out.

For a three mile walk on an easy track with about 700ft of climbing, the walk to the top of Warbla and back is great value on a day like today when the sun is shining.

We certainly enjoyed every minute of it.

After tea, I went off to sing with Langholm Sings, our local choir.  Although we haven’t got a lot of members this year, those that come do work very hard and the choir generally makes a good sound so it was another enjoyable evening.

We have a cold and wet day forecast for tomorrow so patient readers may finally get a break from the seemingly endless autumn colour at last.  From my point of view, it has been very good while it lasted and it has lasted a long time since we last had rain.

The flower of the day is a nasturtium, tucked against the wall of the house, which survived the frost very well…


…and the flying bird is a chaffinch wondering just how cold his feet are going to feel when he lands on the feeder.

flying chaffinch

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Today’s guest picture shows a cycle track on an old railway leading to Melbourne.  Although my brother Andrew, who took the picture earlier this month, was in Melbourne, Australia not long ago, this Melbourne is in Leicestershire, England.

Approaching Melbourne in Leicestershire, bridges became more frequentIt was a fine sunny morning when we got up and the dogwood in the back border was ablaze with colour.

dogwoodHowever, things were not plain sailing and I received two visitors during the day.

Lorne and SueThe first visitor, seen on the left, was Bob the Yorkshire terrier who had come in the morning to warn me against walking because of the slippery conditions of the roads and pavements. This was sound advice which I took.

It was below zero and the birds looked chilly as they came to the feeder.

blue tit and robin

A blue tit and a robin

However, by the time that the second visitor, Sue, my recorder playing and choir singing friend on the right,  had arrived, the sun had done just enough work to make a walk not too risky.

Sue had come to lunch and Mrs Tootlepedal provided home made soup, fresh bread and cheese and one of her delicious caramel custards for the occasion.   After such a feast, a walk was a necessity so we wrapped up well and ventured out.

The feeder was a much more sunny place by now…

flying chaffinches…and where the sun had shone, the road surfaces were reassuringly ice free.  After a careful plod up the sheltered and still slippery road outside the house, we hit dry tarmac and strode out merrily towards the Auld Stane Brig.

There was plenty to look at as we went along.

gate frost

This may look like the icing on the cake but is just frost on a gate.

moss with frost

Where the sun had shone, the frost had melted.


Where the sun hadn’t shone, there was a crystal forest.

The sharp eyed Mrs Tootlepedal noticed an odd phenomenon, high in the branches of a tree beside the road.

frost beardI had seen this before on a walk with Sandy and knew that it was ‘frost beard’ or ‘hair ice’ and that the weather we had today was perfect for its formation,  By co-incidence, a neighbour who was also on a walk came up to ask if we knew what it was.  He said that he had passed a lot of examples of it along Gaskel’s Walk.  We were just at the start of the walk, so we strolled along the track to see what we could see.

There were some very elegant frosty leaves, both dead….

dead leaves…and alive…

frosty leaves…and sure enough, there were many examples of beard frost or hair ice too. It generally occurs on dead branches and Sue picked one up for me to photograph.

hair frostIt is amazing stuff, soft and delicate to the touch.  It is formed when moisture is forced out of the host branch and freezes.  More moisture coming from behind forces the frozen hairs to elongate.  It is usually found on dead branches on the ground which was why it was very odd to have seen it first high up on a branch in a tree.

hair iceI can only assume that the branch is dead even if it is still attached to the trunk.

We didn’t go far along the path as we thought it might be too challenging and icy for my safety so we turned and walked home along the road.

This was my longest walk so far and a cup of tea and one of Sue’s home made brownies was very welcome when we got back.

It was very nice to see Sue, with whom we have compost and cycling interests in common as well as singing and playing and we were sad when she left to go home.

Once again, with the light gone and the temperature dropping, we were happy to succumb to the lure of the arm chair and the telly though Mrs Tootlepedal did improve the shining hour with a good deal of embroidery and I found the energy to put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database.

As it was a clear night, we popped out to see if we could spot the ISS but it was too low for us and was hidden behind our hills so once again, I had to make do with the moon.

moonA chaffinch in the sun is the flying bird of the day.

flying chaffinch

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