An eponymous day

Today’s picture was taken by my archiving colleague Nancy and shows her charming granddaughter Rachel.  A future archivist if ever I saw one.

Rachel

The warmer weather continued today and Dropscone and I were able to enjoy the morning run without having too many layers of clothes on.  I was taking it easy after yesterday’s brisk ride but, even so, the 20 miles only took us a minute longer.  As a result the traditional Friday treacle scones tasted even better than usual.

After Dropscone left, I settled down to  making another sourdough loaf.  I am determined to work out what is needed for a great result and although the loaves that I have made don’t last long because they are very tasty, they are definitely lacking quality in their appearance.  I did consider buying one of the fancy bread shaping baskets but having priced them up, I have decided not to.   I might try using a standard loaf tin and see how that turns out.  Here’s today’s effort.  Fine for flavour but nought out of ten for good looks.

loaf

There are so many variables that you really need a granny on hand to show the proper way to do it.  Try, try, try again is my motto.

I spent a bit of time updating three of the little websites I manage for various people,  a bit of time practising for tonight’s concert and and even more time just resting.  There wasn’t anything novel happening at the bird feeders….

chaffinch siskin

…so I didn’t watch them as much as usual.  I did watch them a bit though.

dunnock
A dunnock, one of a pair
starling
A starling getting stuck in
pigeon
A pigeon, probably a racing bird judging by the ring on its leg.

I did go out into the garden to see if anything was moving.  A different daffodil has come out.

daffodil

That was so exciting that I had to go in and have a sit down to recover.

When I looked out of the window again, the siskins and chaffinches were still at it.

siskin and chaffinches

I had just made a cup of tea when Sandy appeared and after our cuppa, we went down to the Kilngreen on a dipper hunt.  The sun had come out and the Ewes Water above the Sawmill Brig looked charming to me.

Ewes water

There were no dippers about but there was plenty of other action.

ducks
Ducks were flying in every direction
gull
Gulls were landing and taking off

Some one was feeding Mr Grumpy and fed up with being pestered by other birds, it flew off, food in beak.

heron

There was quite a brisk wind ruffling its feathers as it flew past me.

heron flying

It was stilling ruffling them when the heron settled in the river.

ruffled heron

When I got back to the house, the sun was still out and it was a really pleasant early spring evening.  Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work in the garden without having to wear a coat, gloves and a mufller.  She was happy.  The frogs were happy too.

frogs

The evening was spent at Mrs Tootlepedal’s Church Choir Concert.

The recorder group players assembled in my house for a quick run through and then we walked down to the church to check that we could hear each other when we were playing (not so easy as you might think in some venues).  The concert itself was most enjoyable with choral items, solos  (one sung by picture-of-the day-Rachel’s grandfather), duets, a small male voice choir singing close harmony, a cello solo (played by Isabel and Mike), a virtuoso trumpet air varieé played by a local lad, a poem and of course a sparkling recorder ensemble.   In fact we played pretty well as far as we could tell and enjoyed ourselves.   Mrs Tootlepedal was in good voice and the choir sang very well.

The evening was enlivened by a very jolly piece of piano playing by a minister from the west coast of Canada who turned out to be the choir leader’s son on a visit to his mother.

Any day with a brisk pedal in warmish, dry conditions and a good tootle with the recorder group must be counted as a good day.  Throw in a heron flypast and it gets into the really good category.  It would have been perfect if only I had had a photo of the recorder group in action to round the post off but sadly Sandy, who had brought his camera for just such a purpose, had omitted to put the memory card in so you will just have to take my word that we were there.

The flying bird of the day was a gull descending.

gull flying

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

24 thoughts on “An eponymous day

  1. The gull descending is lovely, but the picture of the flying heron with ruffled feathers has me spellbound. That would be the one to adorn my walls.
    It will be fun to see your recorder group some time. or perhaps you could post a soundbyte?

  2. I love your descriptions and gorgeous photos. I guess your waiting for Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. I’m waiting for Autumn to really arrive here in the South West of Western Australia.

      1. Yes, whilst I don’t care much for the grey light, I am hanging out for some nice rain. It’s as if the clouds just want to hang onto their precious cargo of rain and hang about over the hills and houses in a wet sulk!

  3. As I was reading about your bread making adventures, I was think “How bad can it look?’, then I saw the photo. You’re much better at photography than bread sculpting.

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