Today’s picture, taken by my sister Mary on a Thameside walk, captured a smart naval vessel at anchor. It is there to protect us from the bankers. It’s not working though.
Today was a contrast to yesterday in many ways. The weather was dull and windy, my day was uneventful and I hardly left the house. I did leave it to to get a Sunday paper. The paper was dull too.
Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir and I spend a nervous hour mounting two pictures for a competition. It is not particularly difficult work but you can’t afford to make a single mistake because if you do, you have to start again from the beginning and the mounting board is not cheap and it all takes time. I have chosen two recent misty pictures which have appeared in the blog more for the sake of taking part than in the hope of winning as it is an open competition and standards of sharpness and composition will be very high.
In between times, I peered out of the kitchen widow. No swans or geese were in evidence but there were a lot of bramblings today instead.
Chaffinches and goldfinches were about as well but there were very few siskins and greenfinches today.
Mrs Tootlepedal found a little time between church and appliqué to do a bit of gardening. She is very happy at the moment as she has found a new manure mountain which is rich in well rotted cow muck and she went off with some buckets to make a preliminary collection.
I ventured out into the garden to see if the snowdrops were coming on.
I spent the afternoon preparing rehearsal disks for the choir. Very seasonally inappropriately, the musical director has chosen Autumn Leaves for us to sing and the arrangement is quite elaborate so home practice will be necessary.
My younger son rang up and advised me to watch the second half of a rugby match on TV and I enjoyed the sight of Italy beating France as the Italians haven’t had much to cheer themselves up with recently. I shall be pleasantly surprised if Scotland don’t finish bottom of the table this year.
A chaffinch watched over the bird feeder for me while I was busy.
It was an unremarkable but not wasted day in the end and I was glad of a rest as my legs are feeling that a bit too much walking and pedalling has been going on recently.
A brambling made flying bird of the day.