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Today’s guest picture is another from our son Tony’s walk with his dog.  He needed full colour to record this parakeet.

wemyss parrot

We woke up to a bright and frosty morning and I had to scrape ice off the car windscreen before I could drive south for another singing lesson with Mary, our Langholm choir conductor.  It was well worth the effort of driving down into England as Mary is a most considerate and thorough teacher.

My eyes have been opened to just how many ways there are to sing badly and how many things need to be thought about and practised carefully if I want to improve.  Still, it is very exciting to find something that can be progressive and rewarding when so many other things can only go downhill when you get to a certain age.

When I got home, I had little time to waste before I had to take our car into the garage to get its winter tyres put on.  The frosty weather in the morning had been a signal that now might be a good time to get this done.

When I got home again, I found that Mrs Tootlepedal had made a very tasty sweet potato soup for lunch and after tucking into a bowl of that with some good cheese on the side, I took a moment to look at the birds.

The brightness had gone out of the day by this time and a flying visit from the sparrowhawk, although it was unsuccessful, may have discouraged the birds as there were not many about.  On top of that it was a day when the birds sneaked quickly up onto the feeder from behind instead of flying up slowly from the side so I didn’t get any good shots, just a few rather gloomy perching birds.

blackbird on hedge

chaffinch on chimney

perching greenfinch

sparrow and goldfinch

Most of my flying bird attempts ended up looking like this.

failed flying birds

The one bright spot of the window watching was the sight of a tiny wren on the ground under the feeder.


They flit about the garden quite a lot but rarely stop for long enough to be caught by my camera.

I then spent some time wondering whether I should go for a bike ride or a walk.  In fact I spent so much time pondering that the time for action came and went and the light faded along with my enthusiasm so I sat down and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group’s database.

As the afternoon went on, we were visited by Mike Tinker who had come to wish Mrs Tootlepedal a happy birthday and a plumber who made Mrs Tootlepedal’s birthday happy by taking out an old gas fire which she has long wanted removed.

In order to make sure that there were no unfortunate errors, Mrs Tootlepedal had bought herself a very nice light bulb which she gave to herself on my behalf as her birthday present.

My flute pupil Luke came and we got out a piece by Loeillet over which we had spent many months of hard work years ago when he was still a novice and greatly to my delight, we played though the whole sonata with none of the fingering or counting problems which had seemed almost insurmountable at the time.  If we needed proof of our progress, this was it.

Mrs Tootlepedal made a delicious Thai curry for our tea and after enjoying that I went off to play enjoyable  trios with the other Mike and Isabel.

The only flying bird that I caught today  was this shifty looking chaffinch, trying to creep up behind the feeder.

flying chaffinch


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Today’s guest picture comes from my brother and sisters’ recent visit to Scarborough. They got got good weather for at least some of the visit as my sister Mary’s picture shows.


My cold continues to retreat, although I am not quite back to peak condition yet.  It was a dry and cloudy day but still well above freezing.  I heard a forecaster say today that if December goes on like this, it will be one of the top ten warmest Decembers since records began and I can quite believe it.

I spent some time making a venison stew for the slow cooker while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in church and looked out of the window from time to time while I was doing it.

The traffic at the feeders was slow and this was the only occasion when there was a crowd at all.


I was disappointed that all six perches weren’t occupied but I was let down by two other goldfinches hanging around on the plum tree gossiping.


A wood pigeon stood on top of an electricity pole pretending to be an eagle.


My eye was caught by an unfamiliar shape in the plum tree…..


…and I took a closer look.  It was a wren…


I see them flitting about the garden fairly frequently but they don’t often hang about long enough to get their picture taken.  This one obligingly popped out of the plum tree and flew down onto the bench for a brief moment.


After church, Mrs Tootlepedal returned and we had a cup of coffee.  Then she went off to ride on her bike to nowhere upstairs and I thought that I might be well enough to give my lungs and legs a gentle test on the Wauchope road.

I got the slow bike out and cycled a very steady ten miles in exactly an hour which was very satisfactory.  The ten miles an hour wasn’t very satisfactory in itself but being able to cycle for an hour without making myself cough was.  I stopped to take a couple of pictures just to prove that I did go out.

Tree by Glencorf burn

A little tree beside the Glencorf Burn

Cleughfoot Barn

A well stocked hay shed at Cleughfoot

I won’t say that I was feeling any better physically when I finished but I wasn’t feeling worse and I was very happy to have got back on the bike after what seems like an age.

I went out into the garden when I got back and spotted a tiny bit of colour….

berberis fruit and thorns

A berberis showing a berry and its thorns.

I was ready for a rest after my little cycle and fortunately Casablanca appeared on the telly at just the right time and I was very happy to have the chance to take my rest while enjoying the film.  Like Shakespeare with his plays, it is amazing how many quotes the screenwriters worked into the script.

A little sunshine and no coughing will be very welcome next week as I am feeling that I need to get out and find a few fresh things to look at.

The leaves of the day were the last few still on the berberis….


…and the flying bird is a poor picture but I am pretty sure it is the first flying wren to appear on the blog.

flying wren

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Today’s guest picture comes from ex-Langholm Archive data miner, Ken who is now living on the wrong side of the country.  He sent me this picture of Monkseaton Senior School, a place where the children obviously get a fully rounded education.

Monkseaton Senior School

Spoiler alert: If you don’t care for big lorries and birds, look away now.  There are too many pictures in this post.

Our spell of dry weather continued today.  This was fortunate as my day started with two outdoor activities.  Much to my surprise, I not only woke up at seven o’clock but I actually  got up at seven o’clock and then Mrs Tootlepedal got up too and we went off on a great windmill hunt.

This was a speculative venture as the offical time for the passing of the windmill procession was between six and eight am but the men whom I had met yesterday had told me that it might easily be much later.  This meant that when we arrived just before eight, we might have missed the thing altogether or still have hours to wait, not knowing whether it had gone past or not.

It was therefore with some degree of triumph (and a relief) that the first thing that we spotted was a police car with a flashing blue light.

windmill transport

We parked our car safely out of the way and I walked back to ask the policeman in the car what was the programme.  He told me that the load for today was turbines rather than the windmill tower itself and I was a bit disappointed until I saw the lorry appear….

windmill transport

with a 60metre blade on board…..followed by a second….

windmill transport

…and then a third.

windmill transport

They had a narrow bridge to cross….

windmill transport

…which needed inch perfect navigation and then they came up the hill from the Gair road…

windmill transport

…crossed the Waterbeck road with more skilful driving….

windmill transport

The back bogey with independent steering

…and drove onto the specially constructed track through a field on the other side of the road.

windmill transport

Soon all three blades were parked in the field.

windmill transport

I needed to use the panorama setting on the Lumix to get them all in from side on.

windmill transport

A remarkable sight.

They had set off from Glasgow at midnight, come down the motorway overnight and them waited at Kirkpatrick until daylight before they ventured onto the narrow back roads to bring them to Waterbeck.  At this point there was still four miles to go before they could get to the windmill site itself.  I could see the site from the field…

Ewe hill windfarm

…and it was sobering to realise just how big those turbines are.

After a pause to ensure that the road ahead was clear, the lead driver got into his vehicle…

windmill transport

…gave a cheery wave and set off for the final leg of the journey…

windmill transport

…very carefully.  Soon the whole cavalcade was on its way.

windmill transport

There were clues that this wasn’t entirely a home grown operation.

windmill transport

Mrs Tootlepedal and I were mightily impressed by the efficiency and calmness of the operation and went home very happy to have got such a good reward from an early start.

I had time for a slice of toast when we got home before Sandy arrived.  I had taken on the job of a fill-in feeder filler at the Moorland Project for an absent friend and Sandy very kindly offered to give me a lift up to the site.  We were fully equipped with cameras and tripods and after we had filled the feeders, we settled down in the handy hide for a bit of bird watching.

There were plenty of birds to watch.  I was pleased to see lots of chaffinches and a bunch of healthy looking greenfinches…

chaffinch and greenfinch

…and a good number of coal tits and great tits.

coal tit and great tit

The chaffinches flew around in all directions…


…but the star of the show was a dozy pheasant….


…who walked up a branch and fell off the end.

A couple of woodpeckers put in a very fleeting appearance…


…but didn’t stay to feed.

There were outbreaks of cuteness…

robin and rabbit

…and a good deal of self conscious posing for the camera.


The lure of a cup of coffee got us moving in the end and after a look round outside the hide…

Langholm Moor

…we headed for home.

After coffee, Sandy went off and Mrs Tootlepedal and I set about reducing the mound of garden clippings….

garden clippings

….to this useful pile of compost.

garden clippings

It is a very handy machine when Attila the Gardener is in full flow.

Then it was time for lunch.

We had just finished when the sharp eyed Mrs Tootlepedal noticed a tiny wren outside the window.  I caught a glimpse of it before it flew off.


With giant turbine blades in the morning and a tiny wren in the afternoon, we had a day of marked contrasts.

I had hoped to continue with my run of short cycle rides after lunch but the wind was just too strong for comfort today so instead I sieved some more compost, mowed the front lawn and ate some raspberries.

Mrs Tootlepedal amused herself by going off to get some muck from her manure mine and when she got back we noticed a lone butterfly on the dahlias. It was a small tortoiseshell.

small tortoisehell butterfly

They have been very scarce this year.

I enjoyed looking at the rich colours still about in the garden.

poppy, rose, cotoneaster and nasturtium

Long may the good weather continue.

We went in for a cup of tea and I had so many pictures to look at already that I decided not to go for a short walk and take some more in spite of the nice day.  This was just as well as looking at the pictures that I had already taken filled in all the available time before it was necessary to get tea cooked.  We had smoked sausage risotto and courgette fritters.  I shall miss Mrs Tootlepedal’s courgette fritters when the courgette supply finally runs out.

After tea, I went off to sing with our local choir, Langholm Sings and we had a really enjoyable rehearsal.  Although our numbers are small, everyone is working hard and we are making good progress.  As she is singing in two other choirs, Mrs Tootlepedal has decided to retire from Langholm Sings.  She will be sadly missed.

The flying bird of the day is that pheasant, recovering (just) from stepping off the end of the branch this morning.

flying pheasant


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It was a lovely day in Edinburgh today and Mrs Tootlepedal’s guest picture of the day shows TWGT on Portobello promenade beside the sea.

matilda at PortobelloFor some reason, I felt a touch weary this morning so I let Mrs Tootlepedal go off to Edinburgh by herself.

Because there wasn’t a chilly wind blowing, this felt like the best morning of the year and certainly, the roses were enjoying life.


Lilian Austin, Crown Princess Margareta and the Wren


The Queen of Denmark looking very regal

In spite of the beautiful morning, I started the day by putting a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database as all this cycling has made me slip behind schedule once again.  I had just finished when Dropscone appeared, bearing scones to go with a cup of coffee or two.

He was in cheery mood as his golf game has greatly improved and he has booked a short holiday to go and walk up Ben Nevis.

I had sent a text to Sandy to see what he was up to and he replied that he was in Liverpool and could I fill the feeders for him so after coffee, I got out the slow bike and pedalled the two and a half miles up to the bird feeders.

This was my third visit as a fill-in feeder filler in five days and I feel that I am almost getting to know the birds by name.  It was worth the trip though.


Glorious summer at last

The usual suspects were on hand once I had got ensconced in the hide.

woodpeckerchaffinch…but there were some less frequent photo subjects too.  A blackbird and a wren visited the cages.

blackbird and wren

The wren was too quick for me and this was the best shot I could get

The highlight of the visit though was a brief glimpse of a willow warbler.  This was only the third time that I have knowingly seen one.

Willow warbler

It was sharp enough to catch an insect between shots

I had to look this one up when I got home to check and it says in my big book of birds that it easy to confuse the willow warbler with the chiffchaff but I think that I am right.

An umbellifera in front of the hide kept me entertained too.


A different insect every minute

I looked at another one when I went outside.


Even without insects they are beautiful…


…and the insects think so too.

On my way home, the Esk looked so inviting that I stopped to take a picture or two.

Skippers Brig

The standard view of Skippers Brig

Skippers Brig

Stepping back a bit

Skippers Brig

And a bit more

I couldn’t step back any more without falling in the water.

When I got home, it was lunch time. As I had made such a mess of my feeding arrangements while cycling yesterday, I thought I better have some oily fish to improve my brain so I had sardines on toast and very good they were too.

After lunch, I made several forays into the garden in between coming back in and sitting down for a rest.  While I was out there, I turned more of compost Bin C into Bin D (I am about half done) and mowed every blade of grass in the garden that I could see.  I also picked a few more blackcurrants.  I am freezing them in small batches so that I don’t have to pick the whole bush in one go.

When I was inside, I spent a little time looking out of the kitchen window and to make up for yesterday’s lack of a flying bird here are three to go on with today.

flying chaffinchesI enjoyed watching a siskin standing in vain on the back of a sparrow.

siskin trampling The sparrow simply ignored the siskin and after a few seconds, the siskin flew off in disgust.

We had several visits from a bad tempered pigeon which chased off any other pigeons as soon as they arrived.

pigeonMy final visit to the garden gave me the opportunity to catch these rowan berries ripening above the compost bins.

rowanThe safe arrival home of Mrs Tootlepedal made a good afternoon just perfect.

In the evening, I went up to the Archive Centre to do a little necessary housekeeping but in the absence of Sandy, I came home to put another week of the index into the database.

We are promised rain tomorrow but summer has been very welcome while it lasted.

To make up for yesterday’s lapse, here are two contrasting flying birds of the day, one from the morning…

flying chaffinch…and one from the afternoon.

flying siskin

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Today’s guest picture was taken by Dropscone when he was at the seaside at Dunbar for the recent Scottish Boys Golf Championship (where he was an official, not a boy).

DunbarIt was back to being pretty chilly and very windy today but at least it was sunny, which both the flowers…

flowers…and the few visiting birds in the garden enjoyed.

blackbird and goldfinchI had a gentle and uneventful morning, lending an occasional hand with decoration preparation and doing the crossword.

After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to an Embroiderers’ Guild meeting and Sandy took me up to the Moorland Bird Hide where we hid from the wind.

We spent about an hour up there and had plenty to look at. I took about 100 photographs, which is always a mistake as it means I have to spend ages throwing them away later on.  Mostly I take so many because I keep on hoping that the next one will be better than the last but it never is.

These are the ones that I kept.

The glade where the feeders are hanging is just beginning to green up.

Moorland feedersThere were plenty of birds to watch.


The pheasants were glowing in the sunshine. I love their knitted caps.

Usually the pheasants are quite calm but today, they became quite excited.

PheasantPerhaps they were just fed up with the wind.

There was a plentiful supply of blue tits.

Blue tit

The world’s scruffiest blue tit was hanging around.

Blue tit

But there were neater ones too.

There was quite a lot of woodpecker action.  One bird was very keen on getting seed from one feeder and hiding it in a crack in the pole.

woodpeckerAnother stuck to a traditional tree…

woodpecker…and hopped between the tree and a feeder with great zest.

woodpeckerThere were plenty of great tits about but they spent their time chasing each other around (it is spring after all) and only rarely settled down.

Great titFor once, there weren’t many finches about but there were some greenfinches among the regular chaffinches…

greenfinches and chaffinch…not too happy about sharing.

Among the usual suspects, we got just a glimpse of a wren.

wrenWe had a cup of tea when we got back and then Sandy left and pretty well the whole of the rest of the afternoon and evening was spent goggling at sport on the box.

The late afternoon held first the Grand National steeplechase and then the Boat Races between Oxford and Cambridge, the women first and the men afterwards.  These were interspersed with lots of sevens rugby from Melrose.  Finally the evening was filled with the golf from Augusta.  Mrs Tootlepedal watches the golf for the flowers.  I like the grass.

I don’t watch a lot of telly in general but this was a veritable feast and all on free to air channels too.

It accounts for the very brief post today.

One of the woodpeckers is the flying bird of the day.  It was too quick for me but it was the best that I got.

flying woodpecker

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Today’s guest picture was sent to me by my much travelled friend Bruce.  No prizes for guessing where he was today.

GibraltarDropscone and I set out on a somewhat less glamorous journey than Bruce.  We were on our bicycles on the way to Gair and back after breakfast.  The roads were dry, the temperature was about 10°C and the wind was behind us.

Life was good.

Soon after we got going, we were joined by a local postman out for a spin and he chatted politely to us for a mile or so before pressing the pedals and disappearing into the distance in a disconcertingly short time.

Life was marginally less good as we contemplated the 25 year difference in age that let him go off so easily and which was gone for ever for us but we rose above it and completed our run in good spirits.  My spirits were raised even higher when I discovered that Dropscone had made treacle scones today.

I didn’t have time for a stroll round the garden or a stare out of the window after coffee and scones because Mrs Tootlepedal and I had decided on an outing and with the days shortening and the light fading by four o’clock from a photographic point of view,  you have to be out promptly to get any value from an excursion.

Our target was the Eskrigg Nature Reserve at Lockerbie which Sandy and I had visited with the ladies from our course on Saturday.  We had just touched the edges of the woods then and I wanted to see the pond that I had been told was further in.

It was well worth a visit.

Eskrigg nature reserveThe pond turns out to be an old curling pond but you would never know that now as it looks perfectly natural in its situation.  The Lockerbie Wildlife Trust have done a brilliant job in creating a little wildlife haven round the pond with as many different habitats as they could possibly squeeze into a small space.  Best of all for a couple of elderly bird watchers, there is a splendidly equipped hide with comfortable seats and lots to see.  A nuthatch arrived almost as soon as we did

Eskrigg nuthatch, We walked up to the far end of the pond and Mrs Tootlepedal, who had her binoculars with her, looked back towards the hide and saw a woodpecker.  We went back to the hide and were rewarded twice for a little patience.  A greater spotted on this side…..

Eskrigg woodpecker…and a greater spotted on that side.

Eskrigg woodpeckerWe had seen a red squirrel scampering away as we entered the woodland and we hoped that we might see another at the pond.  I was not disappointed.

Eskrigg red squirrelWe had a wander around some of the paths round the pond.  There was a feast of fungus to be seen.

Eskrigg fungusEskrigg fungusWe caught a glimpse of a wren but it didn’t stay to be snapped.

Eskrigg wrenNot all the animals and birds were shy.  This owl stared back at us unblinkingly.

Eskrigg carved owlThere is a pine wood, a larch plantation and some broad leaved trees as well.

Eskrigg treesThe reserve has been created with the needs of visitors kept well in mind.

Eskrigg boardwalkWe had a last look back at the pond…

Eskrigg nature reserve…and walked back though the woods back to the car.  We took some of the route that Sandy and I and the ladies had followed on Saturday.  The paths are beautiful.

EskriggAt one corner, we were stopped by a great twittering in the branches above our heads.  There were many little birds flitting about. We recognised blue tits, and great tits but wondered if anyone can help us with this tiny bird with  a sharp beak.  I know the pictures are bad but we wondered if they might be goldcrests.

mystery birdMrs Tootlepedal spotted a pair of fine fungi on a tree which we had noticed on Saturday.   I would have walked straight past them even though I knew that they were somewhere about.

Eskrigg fungusWe got back to the car very satisfied with our walk and resolved to come again in the not too distant future.  The whole afternoon worked out well as we had a very traffic free drive home and arrived in perfect time (four o’clock) for a cup of tea and a slice of Selkirk bannock (and with just enough light left to catch a flying bird).

For our evening meal, Mrs Tootlepedal had put some braised venison with a red wine and mushroom sauce into a casserole before we went out and it was cooked to a turn when we ate it, garnished with a good dollop of mixed mashed potatoes and bashed neeps.This was another of those occasions when kings and millionaires would have been hard pressed to eat better than us.

After that, we went off to our Langholm Sings weekly practice.  We battled to get our  musical director to play the tricky bits often enough for the tenors to learn them but enjoyed singing the easier pieces a lot.

That flying bird of the day was a chaffinch approaching the feeder at full bore.

flying chaffinch

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Today’s picture shows my brother Andrew at Pop’s View in NZ.  It was taken by my sister Susan on her phone.  Who needs a camera?

Pop's View

We didn’t have quite the same mountains to look at here today, but we did have some excellent sunshine.  It was still freezing when we got up but the sunshine was more than enough to lift our spirits. I  went off to do some some shopping and received a report that Dropscone had been seen pedalling off by himself round the morning run.  I was shopping rather than pedalling because we were expecting a visitor for lunch and there were preparations to be made.

When I got back I snapped a chaffinch on the plum tree….


…and welcomed the thrush back to the garden.


In the background you can see a daff trying to come out.

I cooked a pan of lentil soup and Mrs Tootlepedal made a cheese flan.  I was secretly glad that I wasn’t pedalling with Dropscone as it was very chilly and there was a very brisk wind.   Our visitor was Sue from our recorder group and we had planned a ride for later in the day when I hoped that it would be warmer and less windy.

While we were cooking, Mrs Tootlepedal remarked that the great number of chaffinches on the plum tree looked like jewels in the sunshine and made up in a small way for the lack of colour in the garden at present.

chaffinches in tree

Sue arrived on schedule, bringing with her a small box of sour dough starter.  It smells good and I hope to be making some sour dough bread before long.

After lunch, we were joined by another of the recorder group, Susan, Dropscone’s daughter.  We planned a 15 mile ride to Enzieholm Bridge and back.  Susan had got her bike out for the first time in six months  and was not at all sure that starting the spring campaign with a 15 mile ride which has a very hilly start would be a good idea.  It turned out that it wasn’t a good idea and having puffed up the first two hills, she gave up the unequal struggle and headed for home, not wishing to hold us up.

Peden's view

This is Mrs Tootlepedal hitting the summit.  You can just see Susan’s head in the background showing what a steep hill it is.  We reluctantly waved goodbye to Susan and set off down the other side of the hill.

It was warmer than the morning and the wind had dropped a lot too.  The wind was across but rather behind us on the way out and it felt pleasantly warm in the sunshine, though we were well wrapped up.  Mrs Tootlepedal and I were amazed to see Sue cycling without any gloves but she told us that she didn’t like her hands to get too hot.  As she had revealed over lunch that she has an electric blanket, she is obviously a woman of contradictions.

The roads were very quiet and it was enjoyable to to be able to pedal along while having a chat.  The scenery was lovely but there were other things to catch the eye too.


A small flock of what look like ostriches at Georgefield.


The first wild flowers, other than snowdrops, of the year in the verge.

Enzieholm Bridge

Enzieholm Bridge, our turning point.

When you read descriptions of leisure cycle rides in magazines, they are often accompanied by a picture of two lovely ladies chatting animatedly.  Why should this trip be different….

Sue and Mrs Tootlepedal

…and here they are peering over the parapet of the bridge.  It is a very big bridge for a small road.

Sue and Mrs Tootlepedal at Enzieholm Bridge

Although the ride home was into the cross wind, it wasn’t too hard and we arrived back after a most enjoyable excursion.  We had of course stopped on our way to take the compulsory picture of Westerkirk Church and the bridge over the Esk at Bentpath.  It’s against the law to pass these on a sunny day without stopping to take a photo.

Westerkirk Church

Once home, we put on the kettle and toasted some of the teacakes which I had made yesterday.    There is nothing like a nice pedal to make the simple enjoyment of a cup of tea and a teacake into something sublime.  We hope to have another pedal with Sue before too long.

When Sue left, Mrs Tootlepedal set about some gardening and I rang up Sandy and we agreed to go for a walk round the Castleholm.

We started by walking along the river and it looks as though two herring gulls have set up home for the spring here.

herring gull

They won’t find any herrings here.

There were plenty of ducks flying in all directions when we got to the Kilngreen.

flying ducks

There was a black and white contrast as well.

gull and crow

As we crossed the sawmill Bridge, a small brown flying object whizzed past us.  It turned out to be a wren which kindly stopped for a moment to get its picture taken.


We walked along taking far more pictures than I can post here but my main thought was to try to snatch a seasonally appropriate picture of an Easter bunny.  Several rabbits scampered across the path before I could catch them but in the end we found a spot where a rabbit could be seen taking in some rays.

Easter bunny

Big news: there is more than one Easter bunny.

As always, there were many trees to enjoy as we walked passed them.


Because of the mixture of broad leaved and conifers there is always a bit of greenery about.


It really was a lovely evening and I have put a picture of Whita hill and the monument in just to underline that.


What the picture doesn’t show is the brisk east wind coming straight towards us over the top of the hill and making us glad that we had woolly hats and thick jackets on.

We have had hardly any rain lately and the white stripes on the rocks in the river show just how much lower than normal it is.

white rocks

We looked to see of there was any sign of the nuthatch nesting yet at the Jubilee Bridge but it wasn’t to be seen.  I took a picture of the new path along the river instead.


We didn’t follow the path but crossed the bridge and noted significant progress in the construction of the new primary school.

new school

It is being bolted onto the end of the Sports Centre.

When we got back, Sandy went off to have his tea and I found that my flute pupil Luke had arrived for his lesson while I was out.  Because it was a Bank Holiday and I wasn’t in my normal routine I had forgotten all about him which is very bad.  Still, if he is anything like I was when I was a boy, he probably won’t have been absolutely distraught to miss a music lesson.

In the evening,  I went off to play some music with Isabel and Mike and the pleasure of playing good music (quite slowly) rounded off an excellent day.

One of the ducks made flying bird of the day.




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