Today’s guest picture from my brother Andrew shows a different, more modern view of Birmingham University campus. The figure is a huge bronze sculpture by Eduardo Paolozzi in honour of the scientist Faraday. Whether Faraday would be pleased with it is a matter for conjecture.
For those unfamiliar with Parkinson’s Law, I should say that it states that work always expands to fill the time available. I was a living embodiment of that law today. I didn’t have much to do but it took me all day to do it and left me with no time for taking interesting photographs.
I started by taking the car up to the garage for its annual road worthiness test. It passed this successfully and I collected it in the evening. As it has the annual mileage for past years recorded on the form, I was able to calculate that it has been driven 32,000 miles in the last four years and in the same time, I have cycled 20,000 miles. I shall obviously have to drive less and cycle more.
It took a bit of time to take the car up and walk home so I phoned Dropscone and suggested that he go off on the morning run by himself as the weather was dry and reasonably warm rather than wait for me and catch some forecast rain. He told me later that he gone off but hadn’t managed to avoid quite a bit of the rain.
I had a late breakfast and then mysteriously it was time for coffee and Sandy arrived having been up to fill the Moorland Project bird feeders.
After coffee, I put out some special robin pellets and watched a blackbird eat them.
Then I watched the chaffinches for a while. On the plum tree…
…on the feeder….
…and in transit.
We have had a lone brambling for several days now and it has been given the status of a regular.
Then, since it had stopped raining, I got the speedy bike out and cycled up and down to Wauchope School three times. It is a trip of just over three miles, gently uphill and against the wind today with the corresponding downhill and downwind return. I spent about 52 minutes on the outward three trips and 32 on the return journeys. Poets may sing of the joys of love and mountaineers may exalt the conquering of an icy summit but to my mind, there is not much to compare with the pleasure of cycling down a gentle hill with a brisk wind behind you.
I spent quite a lot of time, spread out in little bits through the day, in making a very unsuccessful looking loaf of bread.
I had a crossword to do, a couple of pictures to email and some correspondence to catch up with and that filled the rest of the day until it was time for tea. After that the evening slipped away quietly without me noticing it.
It had felt though like quite a busy day.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch just launching itself off the plum tree.