Today’s guest picture, from the camera of my brother Andrew, is another of the canals of Amsterdam.
I notice when reading other blogs that some posters like to commence their thoughts with an apposite quote. Although this is usually a cut above my cultural level, I do have a couple of quotes suitable for today:
“…the minor fall, the major lift…” – Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen.
“Lars Porsena of Clusium by the Nine Gods he swore” – Horatius at the Bridge by Thomas Babbington Macaulay.
All this is a rather elaborate way of saying that I fell off my bike this morning. To be nearer the truth, I didn’t exactly fall off it but was propelled off it by inertia when the bike stopped dead in a large pothole and I kept going. Fortunately I was not going very fast and was just beside a large grassy bank and I was able to direct my flying body towards that rather than the tarmac and took very little hurt as a result.
I was on the way to Gair and travelling behind Dropscone on our morning pedal when a large vehicle coming the other way left us very little room on a road which is being steadily wrecked by a daily procession of quarry lorries. Dropscone being in front could see the hazard but the pothole arrived long before I could get my thoughts in order quickly enough to avoid it.
Still, my front tyre didn’t burst, the bike fell on the side away from the gear mechanism, I bounced gently down the bank and the only casualty of the whole affair was my back mudguard so things might have been a lot worse. I was quite able to remount and complete the ride in a reasonable time.
Otherwise, it was a perfect day of warm sunshine and light winds.
The tulips continue to thrive….
…and the garden is getting to be quite cheerful.
There are two new plants to record. A buttercup or kingcup growing in the pond….
…and three descendants of a very old plant indeed called horsetails.
The afternoon was largely spent in scarifying and mowing the front lawn….
…and then putting liquid fertilizer on both it and the parts of the middle lawn which the worm wee had not reached yesterday.
These activities were interrupted by a visit to the new primary school which had an open day for the public before it starts business after the Easter holiday. Considering that the building is north facing and has been tacked onto the end of an existing building, the architect has done very well to provide a welcoming environment for the children.
The site means that each classroom has only one side with windows and if I was a child I would fight to get a seat looking in that direction. This is one of the classrooms looking inwards from the window wall. It manages to look very cheery.
The architect told me that there will be forty bike stands provided and as that is forty more than the previous school building had, that shows good intentions.
I found a moment here and there to watch the birds. The sunshine hasn’t mellowed the siskins.
There was some peaceful posing too.
…and a welcome but fleeting visit from a blue tit.
In the evening I got a phone call from Luke’s grandpa to say that Luke had passed his recent flute examination. This was pleasing as Luke had worked very hard for it. Then Susan arrived and gave me a lift to Carlisle where five of us met to play recorder consort music, rounding off a very satisfactory day.
The flying bird of the day is a determined chaffinch.
After I had posted the blog last night, I took a quick shot of the nearly full moon as it was a very clear night. It is truly fantastic that I can point a hand held 300mm lens out of the bedroom window and take a point and shoot picture of something that is 200,000 miles away.