Becoming conduct

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.’

Great tit
A great tit has a look at what is going on below.
A siskin in characteristic pose on the peanuts.
A chaffinch looks before leaping

There were always little gatherings on the plum tree to look at.

Chaffinch city
greenfinch gathering
Greenfinches to the fore

As always, the coal tits were busy flitting on and off the feeders.

coal tit

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.

Pool Corner
Approaching the corner.

The bank behind the corner was felled a few years ago and is now covered with young larch trees.

Larch trees at Pool corner
When the light is right, they look likes candles.
Larch trees at Pool corner
They are an impressive sight, clothing the bank in green and  gold.

The older larches are not so vivid now.

Old larches
But still quite decorative

When I got home, a robin was feeding on the ground outside the window.

Giving me the full frontal look
And the over the shoulder glance.

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.

flying chaffinch











Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

11 thoughts on “Becoming conduct

    1. That is very true. It’s the length of the legs compared to the size of the body that makes them seem so thin. Having spindly pins myself, I have a fellow feeling for robins.

  1. Lovely robin, lovely plum tree shots, splendid autumn larches and well done you for taking the choir. I, too, hope that the bloggers you are in touch with are OK after that dreadful storm and share your sentiments about climate change.

  2. Dubrovnik is on my wish list of places I would like to visit, and for just such views as that one.

    The larches show to best advantage on that steep bank. We have nowhere near enough such banks Around Here. And our robins aren’t as decorative either. Come to think of it, I believe our robins have disappeared for the season.

    I’ve been giving a lot of serious thought to Climate Chaos for quite some time and have come to no useful conclusions at all about the best course of action, either for myself or for any entity I have the remotest hope of influencing. I remind myself that Noah wasn’t, by all accounts, a wealthy man – just a guy who knew how to build an ark and persuade his wife and kids to go along with his crazy scheme. If I could find a Noah I’d go help.

    1. The only thing is to use a little less of everything each year. Eat a little less, travel a little less, buy a little less. It doesn’t need to be enough to change your life drastically but if everyone did that as an individual, year on year, there might be a glimmer of hope without big organisations having to get involved.

      I wonder about Noah. He must had had a bob or two to buy all the wood for the boat.

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