It was back to the fine weather today and the day would have been just right for a good cycle ride if I hadn’t felt very tired. For some reason my asthma was not at all good in the morning and I mumphed about in a gloomy way trailing an air despondency wherever I went.
I cheered myself up by taking shots of the tulips which were looking very fine in the morning sunshine.
As you can see, tulips are the new siskins as far as photographs go. I was also greatly cheered by the sight of a good number of bees doing helpful work on the blackcurrant bush.
There promises to be a good supply of jam this year. There may even be enough to allow for the making of blackcurrant jelly. My asthma, as it does, got better as the day went on but I was glad that I had decided not to play in a golf competition today as that would have been very hard work.
It was warm enough to sit out in the garden and admire the results of Mrs Tootlepedal’s hard work in the garden.
We have B & B visitors tonight and after they had arrived, I summoned up enough energy to go out on my speedy bike. I had had to put a new saddle on it, as I had carelessly damaged the regular saddle when I let the bike fall against a wall after yesterday’s ride. Luckily I was able to take one off the bike I use in the winter on the turbo trainer so I didn’t have to go to a bike shop for a new one. I was anxious to see if the new saddle would be comfortable and I went off round the morning run with the good camera on my back.
I had seen a yellowhammer on my ride yesterday. It perched on a hedge as I went past and I marked the spot carefully in the hope that I would find it still there today. I got to the place, stopped and got the camera out and peered about hopefully. I think there were yellowhammers about but everything was flying around so furiously that a good shot was impossible. When finally a bird did settle down nearby, of course it turned out to be a chaffinch. I could have got a shot of a chaffinch without cycling 21 miles.
I did see one strange bird on a hedge but I was not close enough to get a really clear picture of it. It doesn’t look like one of regular garden visitors and I would welcome a suggestion as to what it might be.
I would like to thank Gavin for confirming that the bird that Mrs Tootlepedal and I saw on Whita Hill yesterday was a male hen harrier.
Nevertheless the ride was not wasted as I found the new saddle quite comfortable and the gloomy murk of the past few weeks had lifted considerably and I could see the surrounding hills.
I was able to see the television masts I had cycled past last week. They are on the left of the picture below, sitting in front of the lake District hills.
You can just see them if you look carefully. Although the visibility is a great improvement, there is still some way to go. I read that March was a terrible month for air pollution and this is probably the hangover from that. The air is usually so clear here that you should almost be able to see the sheep on the Lake District fells.
Still, I wouldn’t have been able to take this view last week.
When I got home, it was still pleasantly warm and I took the opportunity for a further sit-out-and-admire-the-flowers session.
I made a couple of small amendments to the Prehistoric Trail site following suggestions (for which I am grateful) from Sue, my recorder playing friend and from my neighbour Bruce. As Chairman Mao may have said, the road to perfection is only attained by constant self criticism and the advice of others.This was a small step in that direction.
I had a quiet evening and am hoping for fair weather and light winds for tomorrow.