Today’s picture is another from my sister Mary from her walks around London. This is the Regent’s canal. It was taken at 10.30 this morning which shows how much nicer the weather was in Langholm than in London.
It was another beautiful day here, made even better by the return of Mrs Tootlepedal and good news about her mother. She is undergoing heart treatment for problems after her hip operation but she seems to be responding well.
On the bird front, there are great changes in the garden population.
This was the only siskin I saw all day. I fear that they have all gone off. The only good thing about that is that the cost of feeding the birds should go down by quite a lot as they are very persistent feeders. We are down to four bramblings too.
The plum tree is not the same.
I let the early morning frost disappear and when the temperature had got up to a more comfortable level, I set off round the morning run on the slow bike. I went the wrong way as the wind promised to be more favourable in that direction and so it proved and I whistled down to the Canonbie bypass at a good speed (and with no punctures). Thereafter, the wind was more of a problem but I had the bit between my teeth and pressed on as hard as I could for home, just managing to keep the average speed at 14mph which is good for the slow bike.
I was meaning to take a picture or two to illustrate the glorious sunshine but I got carried away by cycling and couldn’t bear to stop and lose momentum.
When I got back, I ordered some new parts for the speedy bike and I am hoping to cycle to Longtown tomorrow and get them fitted and then cycle back home again.
Seeing that there were not many birds of interest to snap, I turned my attention to the flowers but they are hard to photograph well and I will have to practice. You can’t just point the camera out of the window and click like you can with birds at the feeders.
You have to compose a shot and then the colours flare and the wind wobbles them just as you click. It’s all very hard.
I’ll keep trying.
In the afternoon, I went to pick up Mrs Tootlepedal from the station. The train was bang on time but once again you have to wonder at Virgin’s economics when they run trains with four first class carriages with virtually nobody in them. It’s very bizarre. Anyway, it was nice to have Mrs Tootlepedal back.
I made a spaghetti bolognese for my tea which was a departure from the usual mince and tatties but it was very good and I’ll probably use the rest of the mince to have the same again tomorrow. I like to know where I stand as far as my tea goes.
In the evening I put a week of the E&L into the database for the first time for a week or so. My sister Susan has discovered that a distant relation of ours was a doctor in Langholm in the nineteenth century and he appears in the E&L index. It was very satisfactory to able to find him as it gives a personal point to all the work that the archivists do.