Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone who took his camera for a walk the other day and enjoyed this doorway to nowhere. It must have had a purpose once.
If you have come to this post in the hope of reading about exciting events and looking at a range of birds, flowers and landscapes bathed in late autumn sunshine, look away now.
The weather was even worse than it was yesterday. I woke to the sound of rain drumming on the roof and wisely turned over and went back to sleep again. It was still raining and the wind was whistling through the bare branches of the walnut tree when I did finally get up.
It wasn’t much brighter than it had been when I had gone to bed last night but after a slice of toast and a cup of coffee, I ventured out to see if a walk would be at possible. Although I was well wrapped up from head to toe, it was too miserable to stay out for any length of time and far too wet to take a camera out so I went back home.
I put my new camera away and got my Nikon out, although I wasn’t expecting too many bird visitors on such a foul morning. The birds surprised me though….
…first by arriving at all and secondly by looking so chipper when they did come.
The wind was so brisk that I was amazed that these siskins, which are tiny birds weighing only a few grams, could fly about unharmed.
A coal tit, an even smaller bird, came too.
I did a conveniently tricky prize crossword, which ate up a lot of time and put some more music into the computer for flute practising purposes and that took me up to lunch time.
Having the computer play accompaniments for pieces is good discipline. It may not have much musical taste or feeling but it does make sure that you are keeping the tempo up. I find it surprisingly easy to think that I have mastered a piece only to find out that when I have to play it at the same speed throughout, even in the difficult passages, I may not know it quite as well as I thought.
I had a last look out of the window….
And then settled down to watch Dunblane take on the rest of the world at tennis doubles in the Davis Cup Final. Dunblane won.
It was dark and still raining by the time that the match finished so instead of doing anything useful, I did a couch potato turn and watched such exciting things as the football scores and a bit of White Christmas on the telly.
Luckily I have been eating plenty of fish cakes lately so although my body may be going to seed, my brain is sharp as a tack.
It is still raining as I write this at nearly ten o’clock in the evening and a quick look at the forecast tells me that it going to rain just as hard again tomorrow with 50 mile an hour winds to go with it. I can hardly wait.
Perching birds were just possible today but flying birds were just blurred impressions.