Today’s picture shows a blue tit on the fat ball fortress. I took it at lunch time and no better bird shot presented itself the whole day in spite of (because of?) my shiny new feeder.
Dropscone has taken the bike he has been riding lately to the bike shop for a service as he wasn’t getting full use of his gears. As a result, he turned up on the bike he was riding on the occasion of his spill in July. This was his first outing on it since the catastrophe and he has wisely put on tyres with a bit more tread. We decided that a different route to the normal morning run would be in order and did a 21 mile journey over Callister to Dunnabie, Waterbeck and back over Callister from the other side.
Although this route has bigger climbs than the usual morning run, it has a lot less road junctions (7 as opposed to about 19 ) and gives rise to much more steady pedalling which suits my breathing. We had a light wind and good conditions.
After lunch, I completed the spiking and sanding of the lawns. By happy coincidence, it has rained soon after each session of work and as a result the sand has been well washed in. It is due to rain tonight to finish the job off properly. Although we only have two small lawns, about 110m² in total, it has taken a toll on my ageing joints and I am pleased to have got it over and done with.
When I had done that, I took the slow bike out for a tour of the Castleholm to see how autumn is getting on. I was hoping for the sun to come out to add a bit of brilliance to any colours but it remained stubbornly hidden behind patchy clouds.
As soon as I got home, the sun came out but as I had some work on the computer to do, I hadn’t the time to go out again. Later on, I did notice this fantastic glow on the hill below the monument and wished that I had been outside.
In the evening, I went with Susan to Carlisle to play recorders. We were four tonight and played among other pieces, a fugue J S Bach and music by one of his sons, two early Italian pieces by Cima, a tango by Brian Bonsor, Scotland’s greatest gift to recorder players of the world, some lovely Elizabethan dance pieces, two rags by Scott Joplin and a catchy arrangement of Whistling Rufus. This was a mixture that could hardly be beaten. There were good biscuits afterwards too.
All in all, a day to be put on the credit side of the ledger.