Today’s picture sent by my son Tony shows Tash up a ladder. It’s not every young lady who thinks that helping the family business by getting up a ladder and doing some painting is a bit of prime fun but Tash does. Well done, I say.
I had a treat this morning. When Dropsone arrived for the morning pedal, he pointed out his new shiny black mudguards.
These will reduce the amount of oily and manured flavoured spray that I ride through by a significant amount. They will also do wonders for Dropscone’s laundry costs. Sadly, in a way, today’s conditions were too good to test the mudguards to the full and we enjoyed a reasonably brisk spin round the usual route with cloudy but dry weather and light winds. You can’t ask for anything more in November. I spoke firmly to my legs and they behaved.
Before we went out, Christopher had arrived from the builders to do some work on the roof. He is a mason and his task was to lower the end wall so that our sagging roof will meet it at right angles. When I got back, there was a lot of banging going on and bits flying everywhere but then there was a moment’s silence so I went out to investigate.
The two photos are a wonderful example of how many curious angles you can get into one photo. The scaffolding is actually very parallel in real life.
When the old seed feeder was outside the kitchen window, the chaffinches never flew to it. They would grub around under it freely enough though. I thought they might be frightened of the sparrows who used it a lot but they never used it even when sparrows were absent. When I replaced it with a new feeder recently, I put the old one in the plum tree. It’s the same feeder with the same seed in it but now the chaffinches will happily share it with the sparrows.
That’s very interesting. It is. Really, it is. Well it is to someone who spends a lot of time looking out of his kitchen window.
The sparrows like the plum tree feeder better than my nice new one.
After lunch, I was going to go out and search for a photo opportunity but first Arthur came round with a small task for me and then I got stuck into revamping the front page of Dr Barlow’s moorland education project website, which took me longer than I thought, and then it dark and too late to go out. I haven’t got adjusted to the new winter clock yet and I am still surprised at how early it gets dark if it’s a cloudy day.
There was no alternative but to do some more work on the Archive Group’s website. I did a bit of the map index, had a bite of tea and then put a week and a half of the newspaper into the database. This, with a few breaks for tea and biscuits filled my day up nicely.
My sister Susan has sent me a picture of my grandfather playing golf.
Those were the days when a gentleman got dressed properly to play golf and didn’t wear fancy dress. My sister wonders if he had tackets on those shoes. Notice the heavy load of clubs the caddies have to carry. If he really had played a shot and it wasn’t a posed photograph, he’s got a very controlled follow through.