Today’s picture is another from my sister Susan’s recent visit to Croatia. They have some grand villas there.
The sun was out and the temperature was even a degree or so higher than yesterday so all looked set fair for a little pedal up the Wauchope road after breakfast. Dropscone was off to Glasgow so I had no timetable to follow and I set off in a relaxed frame of mind.
This didn’t last long and I began to think that perhaps I was not well, as my legs were refusing to co-operate in my cycling endeavour. I had intended to go out for a straight ten miles before turning back but I felt so tired that I turned round after only five miles. This was a good decision as I was quite happy to find that I wasn’t off colour at all because as I cycled down Callister, I couldn’t feel a breath of wind on my face until I hit 23 mph. I realised then that I had simply underestimated the strength of the gusty wind in my face on the way out.
Cheered up by this, I did two more turns up and down to Wauchope Schoolhouse to complete a 24 mile ride. The gusts got stronger and stronger and on the last lap, I was knocked back to a measly 6 mph on a flat bit of road by a big gust and nearly ground to a complete halt. I free-wheeled back past the same spot a few minutes later at 25 mph.
The 24 miles was significant because it took me just over 300 miles for the month. Since I had only done 16 miles in the first 14 days thanks to my heavy cold, I was more than happy at the total. I could have course stopped at 296 or 297 miles perfectly well but there is something about a nice round number in miles that is very satisfying to an aged pedaller.
Sandy came round for a cup of coffee while his fridge was defrosting and then disappeared home to see how it was getting on. Mrs Tootlepedal came in from work and then went out again. This time she was going to a reunion lunch with the ladies who had formed the chorus of nuns in the Sound of Music in the spring. I was a bit worried in case she picked up any bad habits but she came back in good order later on.
The wind which got stronger as the day progressed made outdoor photography unattractive so it is a pretty photo free post today. I did spot a chaffinch after lunch.
And I always enjoy those pictures which show that the birds don’t always hit the perches spot on.
Sandy came back after lunch and we put another week of the newspaper index into the database, leaving me with only one to do in the file.
I did that one with Jean in the Archive Centre when we went up as usual on a Thursday evening and half of another week too. Unfortunately, the data miners had been hard at work and I picked up six more weeks to do when I left. Ah well. If any local reader who can type fancies helping the group out, they will be made most welcome.
During the day, I made an ordinary loaf and had another go at a sourdough loaf as well. After my unfortunate experiences with the overheating tea light, I reverted to Mrs Tootlepedal’s plant incubator and it worked a treat. I also forsook the banetton for a standard loaf tin and was very pleased with the whole result visually. The taste test will come tomorrow.
I still haven’t mastered how to slash the top of the loaf to get a good looking result. I am open to advice from those who are more experienced in these matters than I am.
We are promised a bit of sun tomorrow so I hope to have a wider selection of pictures to show for it. A goldfinch managed to oust the many chaffinches jostling for the coveted post of flying bird of the day.