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Today’s guest picture comes from our neighbour Gavin who is making friends with a cactus out in Spain while we shiver here.


We had some equivalent sunshine at the start of the day….

chaffinch and goldfinch

…but it couldn’t disguise the fact that it was jolly chilly again and I had to put a coat on as I cycled to church to sing in the choir.   As the other two choirs that I sing with are on holiday this week, it was doubly enjoyable to get the chance of a good sing today.

The sun was still out when I got home and I had a wander round the garden to see if there were any developments.

A scilla or two had come out to join the chionodoxa in the very small blue flower department…

chionodoxa and scilla

…and a resilient primrose is producing more flowers…


…not far from where a fancy daffodil that Mrs Tootlepedal recently purchased is doing its best to defy the cold.


But on the whole, we are still waiting for spring, although there are signs.

potential flowers

I went in to make some soup, using some parsnip which Mrs Tootlepedal recently dug up from the vegetable garden.  It has got through the winter well and with the addition of WETILA*, it made for a tasty soup.

I noticed a few greenfinch about as I cooked.


After lunch, I considered my options.  It was still cold, with a sharp but fairly light north easterly wind and the sun had gone in.  It seemed to be dry enough for a cycle ride so I wrapped up well, got the  slow bike and a banana out and went off heading north into the wind and up the main road.

The holiday traffic was light, with very few lorries and a glimpse of sunshine ahead up the Ewes Valley…

Ewes valley

…made the trip look well chosen.

However, although there were fine trees to admire on my way up the valley…

Ewes valley tree

…the combination of the sun going in quite quickly and the arrival of a short but crisp hail shower made me look at things in a different light.

It was a fairly gloomy light, with a covering of snow on the higher hills…

Ewes valley

…and patches still left beside the road.

Mosspaul road

So when I got to the top of the hill at Mosspaul, I didn’t go down the other side as I had vaguely planned to do but instead, turned when I got to this little cottage tucked into a sheltered spot…


…and headed back down the road to Langholm and warmth.

Mosspaul road

The eleven miles home, downhill and with the wind behind me, were a pleasure.

Because my ride had been shorter than planned, I still had time for a walk but the afternoon got greyer as it went on and I decided to watch the birds for a bit before deciding what to do.

A chaffinch rudely turned its back on me but at least it gave me a good shot of its colourful wing feathers.


I noticed a small group of jackdaws poking around in a flower bed at the top of the lawn.


Obviously, in spite of the cold weather, nest building was on their minds.

One of them broke away to visit the fat ball feeder and warned the others off with an imperious gesture of the wing…


But it was only a gesture and it was soon seen off by a fiercer bird with a piercing eye.


The jackdaws didn’t stop for long and I gave up the idea of a walk and went out to do some preliminary work on the second of the four new raised beds.


It is now more or less in position and the new, wider path between the beds is beginning to become obvious.

While I was out in the garden, I was visited by some young friends who were hoping to see frogs in our pond.  Alas, the frogs are gone to wherever it is that our frogs go to.  They had just come back from a holiday in Portugal and their father told me that the whole family was feeling the cold back in Scotland.  That’s the trouble with sunshine holidays in winter.  You have to come home again.

We are forecast a very cold day tomorrow with the possibility of snow but after that things should warm up a little at least.  It can’t come soon enough.

The flying bird of the day is one of the ever reliable chaffinches.


*WETILA:  Whatever Else There Is Lying About,  a very common ingredient in soups.

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Today’s guest picture is another from Bruce. He found this signpost near Carlisle and thinks that it might be of more interest to cyclists than motorists.


There had been wild talk of 7°C in the forecasts for today but the reality was 3° when we woke and 4.5° when Mrs Tootlepedal went off to church to sing in the choir and I got my fairly speedy bike out for a Sunday morning ride.

On the plus side, the wind was very light indeed and it was sunny, with scarcely a cloud in the sky.

I like to take advantage of the well surfaced main roads on a Sunday when traffic is light so I set off up the A7 to the north with the idea of going as far as my legs thought prudent.

It was glorious day to be pedalling as long as you were extremely well wrapped up.  I was.

They have felled a wood  a mile or two out of town and as a result, a fine view up the Ewes valley has been unveiled.


The valley has a narrow flat bottom and the road winds up the left hand side as we look at it in the picture above.

To my left, on the west side, the hills were bathed in sunshine.


To my right, on the east side, things were more shadowy.


I was glad that the road was on the sunny side of the valley as on the occasions when I found myself in the shadows, it was definitely chilly.

I stopped to look at Ewes Church and was a bit disappointed to find that some tall trees were casting a shadow on my possible picture….,


…but as a consolation, two more trees in the churchyard made a fine frame for the hills behind the church.


As you get near the head of the valley, it is possible to wonder how the road is going to thread its way through the hills.  In fact the main road goes up the valley to the left and a minor road to Hermitage Castle takes the right-hand route.


Just at the junction, there is a steep ridge, a contrast to our usually smooth summits.


I followed the main road.


This is the road I followed and I was relieved to find that drainage problems which resulted in the road often being covered with water running off the fields seem to have been solved.  On a morning when temperatures are low, the possibility of hitting a sheet of ice is not attractive.

Things were fine this morning.

For a mile and a half, the roads climbs gently up a dark and narrow ravine between steep hills before arriving at the sunlit uplands at the Mosspaul Hotel.


After some discussion with my legs, it was mutually agreed that at ten and a half miles, this would be a good turning point considering that the light wind would be against me on the way home and I needed a rest before going singing after lunch.

I didn’t stop on the way back and got home in a very cheerful mood.

I would have been even more cheerful if there had been any finches in the garden but there were so few that I am beginning to think that I should gave them individual names.

Meet Archibald the chaffinch.


George the goldfinch.


And Evelyn, the young greenfinch.


There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the sunflower seeds because when the few birds settle on the feeder, they tuck in with gusto.


Other birds keep coming.


Blue tit


So the absence of the finches is still a mystery.

Evidence of the low temperature, in spite of the sunshine, can be seen in the roundness of this robin.


In the afternoon, we went off to Carlisle to sing with the choir there.  On our way we picked up a fellow choir member in Canonbie who had injured both her ankles and couldn’t drive.

She told us that she had fallen over at a major roundabout in Carlisle a week or two ago on a very icy morning and found herself lying in the road, unable to get up.  As cars whizzed by without stopping, she understandably feared for her life.  Luckily, the third car to pass her did stop and after halting the traffic, the driver helped her get to her feet and took her off to where she could meet her daughter.

As she remarked, this was the only occasion when an attempt to pick her up by a strange man in Carlisle was welcome.  She was remarkably calm about the whole affair.

We didn’t have our usual conductor today, as he was at a concert with another of his choirs and having a stand-in  leader for the week before our concert wasn’t entirely satisfactory.  However, it couldn’t be helped and we all did the best that we could.

Our way home from the choir was illuminated by a super moon sailing through a clear sky.  As soon as we got back, I rushed up stairs with my camera on a tripod….

…and found the sky covered with clouds.

super moon

What a swizz!

In the continued absence of finches, I am struggling for flying birds of the day.


Note: I have several vacancies for guest picture of the day.


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Today’s guest picture shows sunset over the Mersey.  My brother is in Liverpool.

sunset over the mersey

It was a calm day with a good forecast so when Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing with the church choir, I got the fairly speedy bike out and made good use of some light Sunday traffic by cycling up the main road to Hawick and back again.

There were some rather fierce looking black clouds about which delayed my start a bit but they passed over and by the time that I got to Fiddleton, there were glimpses of sunshine…

Sun at Fiddelton

…and the rest of the ride was mostly sunshine or fluffy clouds.  I was in a bridge sort of mood so I stopped quite a few times to record bridges over the Teviot, the river which I followed down from Mosspaul and into the heart of Hawick.

The main road has meant that some of the Teviot road bridges are quite modern….

Teviot bridge

This is the first one I crossed

Teviot bridge

And this is the second.  It has a plaque saying it was built in the 1930s.

Once I got into the town, I had to get off my bike and walk onto a smart new pedestrian bridge….

Teviot bridge

…to look back on the third bridge that I crossed.

Teviot bridge

The last bridge that I passed…

Teviot bridge

…is now reserved for pedestrians but I wouldn’t have crossed it anyway as I stayed on the left bank of the river and continued pedalling along the river until the road ran out and changed into a rather nice looking pedestrian walk.

Hawick riverside walk

As my bike computer said that I had done more or less exactly 25 miles, I took this as a sign and stopped to eat a roll and a banana and then turned and headed for home on the same route.

There is only one hill between Langholm and Hawick with a summit at Mosspaul but as you can see from the elevation for the ride….elevation for Hawick trip

…it involves a steady 10 mile climb up to Mosspaul and then a longer 15 mile drop into Hawick.  Of course the homeward trip involves the longer and shallower climb first and then a good brisk whirl back into Langholm.

I only stopped once on the way up to Mosspaul on the return journey and this was to admire the little church at Teviothead….

Teviothead church

…and check out the things to be found on the graveyard wall on the other side of the road.

Ivy leaved toadflax and lichens

Ivy leaved toadflax and lichens

…though I did pause for a moment at the Mosspaul summit…


…to have a banana before dashing gratefully down the hill to Langholm at an average speed of 19mph for these last ten miles.

I had had a light wind in my face on the outward trip and although it was still helping a bit on the return journey, it had died away to almost nothing by the time that I got back to Langholm.  You can’t win them all and at least it hadn’t changed direction.

I got home in perfect time to watch the end of the first stage of the Tour of Britain bike race which finished in Castle Douglas, a town about 55 miles away from us to the west.  It is fun to watch cyclists on familiar roads.   They are setting off from Carlisle tomorrow.

After a shower and a refreshing cup of tea, Mrs Tootlepedal and I had a walk round the garden.


She has quite a few astilbes on the go at present


A painted lady butterfly I think.  A rarity for us.

…and then she went off to collect some muck from her new manure mine and I set off on the slow bike to check out the riverside bird life.  I covered two miles at an average speed of 6mph and stopped for many photos and a Pelosi’s ice cream on the Kilngreen on my way.

I saw a single collared dove, and many black headed gulls and wagtails by the waterside.

collared dove, gull and wagtail

I enjoyed the trees on the Castleholm catching the evening sunlight.

Trees on castleholm

…and I rounded off the trip by going to Pool Corner to visit the slow worms.

slow worms

The slow worms enjoy the warmth under the covers on the wall.

There was just time when I got back to mow the front lawn before we sat down to a splendid meal of roast chicken and vegetables from the garden.

The flower of the day is one of the dahlias in the front beds…..


…and the flying bird is a herring gull which kindly flew up and down in front of me several times until it was sure that I had got a reasonable shot.

flying gull

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We need brightening up as winter closes in here so today’s cheery picture was taken by my brother in Sydney on his travels.

SydneyIt was dry and fairly bright again this morning and the temperature had hit 6.5C by the time I had finished making a lamb stew for the slow cooker.

After I had finished the cooking, I had a quick look out of the window to see of there were any flying birds about.

flying birdsThere were a few.

And one perching bird too.

robinMy knee and back had both suffered from having to stand around too long yesterday so I needed a bit of tender care from Dr Velo to get me functioning properly again. I cleaned and oiled my chain, put on several layers and set off for a quiet Sunday run up the A7 to Mosspaul and back.

Dr Velo worked the accustomed magic and I was soon pedalling gently along, pretty well pain free.  I felt able to stop to take some pictures which will perhaps show why I like to cycle up the Ewes valley.

Ewes valleyThe road runs up the west side of the valley with a ridge of rolling hills along its length.  On the east side of the road, the Ewes Water flows along through a flat valley bottom with some slightly more rugged hills behind.

Ewes valleyThis valley would be a photographer’s paradise if it wasn’t for the large row of pylons striding straight down the middle of it and intruding into almost every shot across the river.

Every break in the hills on the west side of the road has a farm tucked into it.

Ewes valleyEwes valleyOn the east side, the farmhouses sit on the valley floor.

Ewes valleyThe valley is only eight miles in length and the hills get a bit more dramatic at the top end.

Ewes valleyHere the road leaves the valley floor and winds up a very narrow glen (with pylons)….

Mosspaul…until it opens out to the watershed between the Irish and the North Seas.  When I got there today, it was rather gloomy.

MosspaulI turned for home and as I pedalled back down the hill to Langholm, the valley started to fill with mist and by the time I arrived back, the best of the sunshine had gone and it was a rather grey day.

From a cycling point of view this ride took me over 4900 miles for the year and as my target for the whole year is 5000 miles, this was very satisfactory.   Because of my forthcoming knee operation, I may not have time to finish the last 100 miles but with six weeks still to go, I feel that I have done as well I as could have expected this year.

Mrs Tootlepedal was not at her peak with her persistent cold and so she spent most of the day tucked up in bed.  I brought her up a modest lunch and then set off to Carlisle for our regular Sunday afternoon practice.  After the hard work at the concert yesterday, both singers and conductor were a little subdued today but there was a pretty good attendance and we got through some hard work all the same.

The lamb stew turned out very well. The meat had had plenty of fat on it and the result was very tasty.  We are so used to being sold very lean meat these days that it made a pleasant change.

The flying bird of the day is yet another chaffinch.  This picture was taken in the dull light of the misty early afternoon.


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Today’s guest picture is from my brother Andrew and is another canal shot from his recent visit to Amsterdam.  I take the view that you can’t have too many canal shots.

Amsterdam canal

It was another dry day but with some cloud cover and a brisk north easterly wind, it felt quite chilly and I didn’t set out on the bike straight after breakfast but waited for a while.  I headed north up to Mosspaul with the intention of getting the benefit of the wind on the way home and things worked out as planned.  I took a laboured 55 minutes to puff steadily up the hill and a brisk 29 minutes to scoot the ten and a half miles back down.

When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had come back from singing in the church choir.  She had been thinking of going for a pedal herself but the lure of a dry day and the garden proved too strong and she spent most of the day toiling and tilling and transplanting.

I acted as official tulip photographer.  There were large clumps…


….small clumps….


…and inside workings.


She has got quite a lot of tulips about and there are still other varieties to come out.

I had to put a bit of blue in to balance the reds and yellows.

grape hyacinths

In the afternoon, I went to fetch our friend Jean who is a bit limited in her mobility at the moment but who wanted to come and see the garden.

Jean in the garden

After an extensive tour, she settled down for a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.

We were well sheltered from the wind in this corner of the garden and it was very pleasant to be able to sit outside and chat as we drank our tea.

While Jean was walking around the garden, I took a couple more flower shots.

Dog tooth violets

Dog tooth violets

Silver pear blossom

Silver pear blossom. We can’t look forward to eating silver pears as it is ornamental only.

I didn’t spend my whole time snapping flowers.


As Jean was getting ready to go, Sandy arrived, ready for a walk.  Mrs Tootlepedal drove Jean home and I got organised to go out with Sandy.  We decided on another nuthatch hunt and went back to the Castleholm.  At our first stop we caught a fleeting glimpse of a nuthatch…


…but when we looked at the nesting hole, we didn’t see a nuthatch in residence but a blue tit.

blue tit at nuthatch nest

It was busy taking nest material in and out.

blue tit at nuthatch nest

blue tit at nuthatch nest

We will follow events here with interest.

We walked on to another couple of possibles nests but saw nothing at either, not even a blue tit.

We had to console ourselves by admiring the wonderful lime trees.

limes on Castleholm

Sandy dropped me off and almost as soon as I had got in the door, Mrs Tootlepedal suggested a trip to the moor to look for  hen  harriers.  I agreed on the condition that she would drive and off we went.  We parked in the best spot for viewing harriers and didn’t have to wait long before one appeared low over the horizon.


It was too far away for my camera so Mrs Tootlepedal watched it with her binoculars as it skimmed first just above and then below the top of the hill.

I snoozed gently until woken by cries of, “There it is!”


“Over there, to the right….oh it’s gone behind the hill again.”


“No there it is….to the left now….no it’s gone behind the hill again.”

When we had had enough fun playing this game, we drove down the hill again, stopping to watch a buzzard hunting near the road.


When it soared away…


…we drove on.

The spell of sunny days seems to be coming to an end soon according to the forecast but it has been a real treat and we have tried to make the best of it with gardening, walking, cycling, bird watching and smiling.

The flying bird of day is a little siskin making for the feeder and passing the rather rusty pole that holds it up.

flying siskin




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Today’s picture was sent by Dropscone who has been refereeing at an international competition for young players from all over the world near Edinburgh.  A nice finish to a swing from this seven year old lad.

Kids golf 2013

We were forced to endure another day of beautiful weather today whether we liked it or not.  We liked it.

I made an early expedition into the garden in search of colour.

daffodil and anemone

The very last daffodil and a brilliant new anemone

back path

Mrs Tootlepedal’s favourite spot at the moment.


The first three azaleas

colourful quartet

geranium, euphorbia, aubretia and cornflower


The potentilla along the back of the house is in full swing.

The birds were as colourful in the sun as the flowers.

greenfinch and goldfinch

Greenfinch and goldfinch

Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in  church as usual and when she returned, she brought some visitors with her.  This was our neighbours Gavin and Gaye with their son Fraser, his wife Lesley and their children Ellie and Thomas.  Fraser, who now lives in San Francisco,  is our younger son Alistair’s oldest friend and as boys they spent many a happy hour playing games on their computers in a darkened room and annihilating each other’s orc armies on the carpet.  By unfortunate coincidence, Alistair is on holiday in America just as Fraser is on holiday over here.  Such is life.

We had a nice cup of  coffee and an iced fairy cake with them  in the garden.


Where is Thomas?

Thomas on the lawn

Here he is.  Ellie soon joined him.


Frogs were examined, greenhouses explored and every corner of the garden was visited before it was time to go.  Just one more “cheese” for the camera….


…and off they went by various means of transport.   Fraser toils away in the belly of that modern day Leviathan, the Apple Corporation and through the good example of his wife has become a keen skier and hiker as well as remaining the same charming and unassuming lad we knew in times past.  It was good to see him and his family.

The day went a little flat when they all left so I cheered myself up with a picture of a lily of the valley which has appeared by the front door.

lily of the valley

My spirits were further restored by a splendid roast chicken and two veg Sunday lunch prepared by Mrs Tootlepedal.  So well did this make me feel that after lunch, I jumped onto the speedy bike and set off north up the A7.   I stopped on my way to Mosspaul to enjoy the views.

Ewes valley

Potholm Hill



The road north

The road north at Fiddleton

I was on a main road rather than my usual side roads but the traffic was light so I had a pleasant pedal up the hill.  The road climbs gently up by 600ft in the ten miles from Langholm to Mosspaul but thanks to an unexpectedly strong following wind, it was easy pedalling and I had no trouble in averaging 15.5 mph.

The col at the top of the hill is visually undistinguished except for the line of pylons running through it….


…but it has the geographical distinction of being the watershed between the Irish Sea and the North Sea coasts of Scotland at this point.  If I get a nice day this summer, I might try to cycle from sea to sea.  It could be done with a few good rests on the way.

I stopped to get my breath back and admire a very right angled wall with an offset communications mast on the top of the hill beyond it.

wall at Mosspaul

If I was an artist of the sort that has smart ideas rather than creates anything, I might say that this picture represents the disjunction of the ancient and modern way of life of the area but as I am not, I shall merely remark that it is a wall at Mosspaul.

I was dallying a little because the ease of my journey up the hill promised a hard struggle to get home against the wind even with gravity on my side.  So it proved and only by pedalling as hard as I could, did I just squeeze my average for the whole trip up to 16 mph exactly.  Luckily there was still a fairy cake left to refresh me when I got home.

I didn’t have  long to settle down before we were on our way again.  This time I was on foot and accompanied by Mrs Tootlepedal and her mother as we went to the Buccleuch Centre for a gathering to celebrate the 35 birthday of the Langholm Concert Orchestra.  We had  sandwiches and a sausage roll and  a slice of very fine birthday cake.  I was a founding member of the orchestra though I don’t play in it any more and I was asked to say a few words to mark the occasion.  For once I managed to confine myself to a few words.  Everyone was very pleased.

We stayed on for the concert which had a cheerful mixture of popular film and show melodies interspersed with songs from three talented youngsters.  The orchestral members come from far and wide and as a result it can’t rehearse quite as much as it would like to.  It also has too few string players to match its formidable array of brass and woodwind players but in spite of these handicaps, I thoroughly enjoyed the evening.  Arthur, the conductor moved everything along  at a good pace and the music was right up my street.  Mrs Tootlepedal’s mother enjoyed the show too and she has chosen a good week to visit us with two very different  concerts to entertain her.

The new fat ball feeder is working its magic and it had a steady stream of visitors through the day.

blue tit, coal tit and sparrow

Blue tit, coal tit and sparrow

We had a lot of visits from a great tit too and I took many photos of it.  I chose this  picture to represent  them.

great tit

The moss killer has been working on the front lawn and I thought it only fair for once to show you the lawn looking bad as I usually only show pictures of the middle lawn at its best.

Front lawn

Work in progress

Catching a flying bird gets more difficult every day but I did manage to sneak a shot of a siskin leaving the plum tree.

flying siskin






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Today’s picture shows what may well be the most unassuming historical marker of all time.  It is inconspicuously sited in a car park away from prying eyes.

Meikledale marker

The day started badly, with unexpected rain and gloominess. However the gloominess was lifted when I learned that the speedy bike had been repaired and now had two working pedal cranks.  I wasn’t able to rush off and get it immediately as Mrs Tootlepedal needed the car to take a large amount of equipment to an embroiderers’ guild all day workshop.  Among her stuff was my soldering iron as it was a ‘how to embroider with a soldering iron’ workshop.  Don’t laugh, it really was.  This is the test piece she produced at the end of the day.

soldering iron embroidery

It uses the heat of the iron to shape, pierce and weld artificial fabrics. Quite a striking result for one day’s practice.  There are real stitches there too.

I walked up to the Day Centre to pick up the car.  As I approached the suspension bridge I saw two townsfolk talking.  They were looking at the trees along the bank of the river and one turned to the other and said, ‘Someone should take a picture of this.’   Then he saw me and said, ‘You are just the man for the job.’  As I had sandycam in my pocket, I obliged.

These are the trees which they were looking at.

riverside trees

I only wish that the weather had been better.

I picked up the car and went down to Longtown to collect the bike.  I was having the cassette and chain changed as well as a new crank and Levi told me, while looking at me in a kindly way,  that he had put on a larger cassette so that I would have a bigger cog than before for going up steep hills.  Cyclists colloquially refer to this as a ‘granny ring’ and I didn’t know whether to be grateful or offended.  I decided on being grateful.

When I got home, I took the bike out and ran the car up to the Day Centre.  As I walked back across the suspension bridge, I took another picture of the riverside trees.

riverside trees

They certainly brightened up a grey morning.

The light had improved enough by the time I got home for a look at the birds.

There was the usual bustling about…

bird feeder greenfinches

..but I decided to concentrate on the stiller bird today.


A quizzical chaffinch

blue tit

A plump blue tit

lean sparrow

A lean sparrow


A robin getting ready to fly off


But I had to capture just one flying chaffinch…


…oh all right, two flying chaffinches then.

flying chaffinch

You can see that the light was much better by now so I had my lunch and got the fairly speedy bike out to give it a test ride.

It was a very pleasant, sunny day by now but there was a significant wind.  It wasn’t fierce but it was blowy enough to influence my choice of route.  I decided to go north for about ten miles uphill with the wind behind me and come home downhill with the wind against me so I headed up to the Mosspaul Hotel on the A7.

I stopped at Ewes Hall to take a photo and that was were I saw the historical marker at the top of this page.  This is Meikledale to which the marker refers.


There were many splendid photo opportunities on my way but either I had gone past the spot before I had decided that it was a good one or else there was a dead tree, pylon or telegraph pole in the way.  In the end I stopped at Fiddleton to take a shot to my left of the impressive ridge beside the road.

Fiddleton hills

Complete with telegraph pole

And one looking up the road ahead.


The sandycam surpassed itself with the sharpness of the shot here I thought.

The main road doesn’t go up the impressive valley you can see but bends round to the right and goes up to Mosspaul, almost the southernmost watershed between West and East Scotland.


The roof of the Mosspaul Hotel and the hills behind it.

With the wind behind me, I had had a very easy pedal up the ten mile but gentle rise from Langholm and I was a bit worried that I might have a real battle to get home but in the end, gravity won out over the force of air pressure and the ride home was a pleasure too.  I was pleased to see the computer registering an average of 15 mph for the trip and I felt a lot better at the end of the ride than I had when I started.  Cycling is the best medicine.  Especially on a warm sunny day.

I had all sorts of plans to do interesting things when I got home but they seemed to fade away as soon as I sat down and the best that I could do was to look out of the window at the evening sunshine.

Mrs Tootlepedal returned from her workshop and Sandy also called in with some photo frames and mount board that he had kindly bought on my behalf while he was in Carlisle and we had a cup of tea and that rounded off the active part of the day.

In the evening, Mrs Tootlepdal used some of our own apples to make a tasty apple crumble so all in all it was a very good day.

I was so spoilt for choice today that I couldn’t make up my mind about flying bird of the day.  You can pick one out of you wish.




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