Today’s picture of Mont St Michel comes from Dropscone’s recent holiday in France.
There was still a marked absence of sun here today but Dropscone made a welcome re-appearance after breakfast, ready for the morning pedal. We went round the usual route at a gentle pace as Dropscone has done very little cycling lately and I am still far from my best. There was a moment when we could see a ray of sunshine on a distant hill but Langholm was back to its usual cloudy self when we arrived home for coffee and scones.
In fact it got gloomier as the morning went on and there was very little opportunity to take good bird pictures so I took some less good ones instead. It is frustrating when the birds are posing well but the light is against you.
The siskins were out in force again today. I wonder if these are winter migrants and are stocking up ready for a journey home.
You would imagine that the birds would be quite used to me going in and out by this time but they still scatter as soon as I come to the door. At least, most of them do. Some siskins are made of sterner stuff and here are two holding the fort whence all but they had fled.
I put out some delicious new stuff on the flat feeder. It said on the bag that it would attract robins and blue tits.
I didn’t have long to look at birds because I had noticed on my spreadsheet that after the morning run, I had completed 187 miles in February and it seemed a pity not to get it up to a round number so I went out again after lunch to do the remaining thirteen miles. The wind was quite strong and uphill and against it, the six and a half miles took me 36 minutes. I needed a rest so I stopped to take this picture at my turning point.
It took me 22 minutes to get home.
When I got back home, I had no time for bird watching as I was due to help Arthur move his computer into his new house. As this involved moving his computer table as well, there was a good deal of huffing and puffing as two crocked old men carried it up a steep flight of stairs. We got everything re-connected and successfully booted up but Arthur still needed to contact his internet supplier to get his ADSL line working. This usually means many hours and probably tears so I made an excuse and left.
I received a call from the agent of the damside ducks who told me that they were not at all happy with yesterday’s picture so I got then to pose for a better one when I got home.
By the time I got in and had a cup of tea, it was too dark for any more photographs but it didn’t matter because either the furniture shifting or the cycling had left me too tired even to think of lifting up the camera so I sank into a chair and had a little snooze instead.
I finish with yet another frog picture. Our life is lived out to the accompaniment of perpetual frog purring in the pond at the moment. It is a very restful sound.