Today’s picture shows a sunlit Ewes valley.
The day was like this from the very start. Dropscone told me later that he had done 25 miles on the bike before breakfast. I had a blood test so I couldn’t start out until that had been done. At about ten o’clock, I went round the morning run, starting very cautiously until my knees had got well warmed up but going quite hard after that. With the sun on my back and no wind for once, I was able to get round in my fastest time of the year and at the end of it, the knees seemed to be a bit better for the exercise.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy in the garden when I returned and the rise in temperatures has made a difference, particularly to the tulips. I have taken too many tulip pictures today because with strong winds and rain forecast for the end of the week, this may be the only chance to see them at their best.
They come in various shapes and colours.
Mrs Tootlepedal particularly likes this dark variety.
They come in big clumps….
…and single spies.
The birds look less colourful than usual when set against the bright flowers but they are still fun to watch.
The chaffinch in this picture was one of the few about today. The chaffinches have become quite thin on the ground. Perhaps they are all off nesting or maybe the gangs of siskins and redpolls have driven them away.
There are other flowers in the garden but they are not so obvious as the tulips. Here is a fritillary.
And I was pleased to be able to catch a white drumstick primula on such a sunny day.
After lunch, when I had recovered from the efforts of pedalling and Mrs Tootlepedal had gone off to work, I went in search of a nuthatch again. I was given one brief glimpse…
…but that was all. I pedalled back home again looking about as I went.
I had an excellent Pelosi’s ice cream on the Kilngreen where the van was doing good business.
When I got home I had another wander round the garden and added a dogs-tooth violet to my collection.
It was such a nice day hat I thought that I would see of I could spot a harrier on the moor. Other people had had the same thought.
I stood and listened to the larks singing their hearts out. I saw a buzzard being dive bombed by a what was probably a merlin.
And this bird resting on the wind coming up over the ridge was probably a hen harrier….
In the end I looked for bigger targets…
…and went home.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle and we enjoyed another entertaining evening of recorder playing with our group. It was nice to drive home with still a trace of light in the sky.
It was actually warm today for the first time this year. People were walking around in shock. I hope we get a few more like it in the summer.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch.