Today’s picture, a moody shot of Dubrovnik, comes from my sister Susan’s recent travels in Croatia.
Dropscone appeared a little early today as he had to take his daughter Susan to the station as the first step of her journey to Abu Dhabi for the next Formula 1 motor race. She has been all over the world watching the racing but Dropscone and I had to content ourselves with a trip to Paddockhole and back, a mere 21 miles. By dint of bursting into tears when he went too fast, I managed to restrain Dropscone’s racing instincts and we had a pleasant ride with the wind behind us as we returned, always a bonus.
He had no time for scones but he left us a couple of slices of the delicious cake he had made for his wife’s recent birthday. Bicycling with a retired baker has many benefits.
Our daylight is down to about 9 hours per diem and chances for photography are fading away with the light unless I get up early and the weather is fine. It was very grey with occasional rain today after being quite nice for the cycling so I didn’t even try to take sharp pictures, contenting myself with shots out of the kitchen window.
The birds’ motto seemed to be, ‘Head’s down.’
There were always little gatherings on the plum tree to look at.
As always, the coal tits were busy flitting on and off the feeders.
A starling peered about to check on a free seat.
In general, things were much as usual so I oput the camera down and went off to add another week of the newspaper index to the database while Mrs Tootlepedal visited the hairdressers. She has decided that the colours of the mounts that I used for the photos for the kitchen wall don’t suit the colour scheme so I will have to have another go with a different board. This is all good practice as I am going to have to mount three photos for a competition shortly and they will need to be well done.
The newspaper edition had a larger than usual number of entries and this took me up till lunch time. After lunch Mrs Tootlepedal went off to work yet again and I sat and watched news coverage of the ravages of Storm Sandy in the US. Several bloggers that I follow may have been affected and I am hoping that they won’t have been too badly hit. It may be some time before I find out as there have been a lot of power failures.
The only good thing that may come out of the chaos is that people may begin to make a connection between warm seas and heavy storms and thus realise that climate change might need to be thought about seriously. Of course the rich always envisage that they will be able to buy their way out of any trouble and as it is they who have their hands on the levers of power, they are not much inclined to worry about what might happen to the rest of us, especially if it is going to cost them money.
I roused myself to go out in a dry moment to look at Pool Corner. When we had cycled round it in the morning, Dropscone and I had been struck by the wonderful colour of the larch trees. Although the light wasn’t so good by the time I went out in the afternoon, I thought that they might still be worth a look.
The bank behind the corner was felled a few years ago and is now covered with young larch trees.
The older larches are not so vivid now.
When I got home, a robin was feeding on the ground outside the window.
During the afternoon, I had been rung up by our choir leader who was not feeling very well and he asked me to take the choir in the evening. I was sad that he wasn’t well but delighted to get the opportunity to do some more conducting. I ran a short music reading session before the choir began and then took the choir for two hours. For one reason or another, only thirteen members were present but they were evenly balanced between the parts so we able to have a good sing. Not surprisingly, I was quite jiggered by the time we finished as standing up for two hours is hard work without having to wave my arms about too but I was tired and happy. Luckily, our accompanist is most accomplished which makes the task of taking the choir much easier than it might have been.
I did manage just to find a flying bird of the day.