A Bridge For Tootlepedal

Soon after lunch on this cold-sunshine day I walked around the garden and photographed

a few flowers, namely daffodils and a cluster of blue wood anemones.

Afterwards, stopping at Gregg’s bakers for Jackie to replenish the sweet trolley. While waiting outside, through the car windscreen, the laundrette window, and some reflections, I was entranced by

a rather noble hooded face.

On our journey north the roads and terrain, their waters replenished by two more days and nights of heavy precipitation, were as saturated as ever, but I chose not to focus directly on them on this occasion.

A tyre swing above the rippling and swollen River Avon was now swinging underwater with the force of the current sweeping from the

bubbling Woodgreen millstream, alongside which

a soft toy lounged on a bench and a stump creature reared its head.

As I rounded the broken corner of the bridge wall into which someone had crashed,

Jackie was herself photographing the river encroaching upon the car park; the bridge for Tootlepedal; and me on the bridge watching

the rippling waters.

Ponies, dogs, and walkers basked on Woodgreen, where a glorious magnolia spread in the garden of a thatched cottage. The last pair of ponies in this gallery were depicted by Jackie.

Trees against the clouds at Hale included those sporting their usual crops of mistletoe.

Ferns flourished on a bank cropped by soggy donkeys. While I was photographing these I heard the clopping of hooves further down the road , and turned to see

these berugged horses being led to their paddock beside the ford.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s beef and onion or chicken pies, according to choice; boiled potatoes, tender runner beans, and carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli al dente. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank Reserva Privada Chilean Malbec 2022.

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  1. Oh my gosh, so much water! The River Avon looks to be way over it’s normal level. Lovely photos, and dinner sounds so delicious, Jackie! Stay dry. We have a windstorm underway with 70mph gusts today and tonight, not good.????

    1. Thanks very much from us both, John. We quite often have 70 mph. Yesterday was only 20+

  2. So many wonderful photos today, it’s difficult to choose which to comment on. I thought the hooded man was a monk at first–like a ghost–except for the shirt. πŸ™‚ That thatched cottage with the magnolia–both glorious. I feel sad for the poor bridge, and I like Jackie’s gallery of photos, too–especially you examining the bridge.

  3. I love the images from you both and especially the ones of the River Avon and the millstream.

    Such a shame about the bridge, there’s always someone who forgets where the break pedal is. Matching up stonework is never easy.
    I was amazed to see you wearing a lightweight summer jacket. Has winter finished in the south? πŸ™‚

    1. Not really terribly cold, but we did have a frost last night. Thanks very much, Sue

  4. Beautiful photos, Jackie and Derrick!
    I especially love spotting the owls. The bridge is wonderful! (Do you know it’s age?)
    The daffodils are lovely! The soggy donkeys and the ponies…all so sweet!
    I especially like the bench with much character and the “scary” stump creature! Great finds!
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚ ❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️

    1. Thanks very much, Carolyn. I’m pleased you noticed the stump creature. The bridge was built in 1867.

  5. That is an impressive bridge, Derrick. We don’t see many like that anymore. Gorgeous and stmospheric photos.

  6. I so love the word Tootlepedal πŸ™‚ Beautiful shots and that is a crazy amount of water. Love that you captured the soft toy and “scary” stump creature! A wonderful series of pictures from you both.

  7. A beautiful set of early spring photos, Derrick and Jackie! So the rain and flooding are still with you? Be careful walking amid trees in watterlogged soil. They can suddenly topple. and take out a pedestrian or a car.

    1. Thank you very much from each of us, Lavinia. One car driver at least has been killed by a tree toppled onto his car

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