Today’s picture is a beautiful reflection on the river Derwent south of Derby taken by my brother at the end of last month.
We had a bad forecast for gales overnight and I was a bit nervous as I looked out of the window when I woke up. I needn’t have worried overmuch as the only ‘disaster’ was an upset wheelie bin and as it didn’t have anything much inside, it only needed putting upright to make the garden look as though there had been no wind at all.
The gusts were still far too ferocious to think of cycling though. This was lucky as I had a stream (3) of visitors before ten o’clock on various bits of choir and moorland feeder business to deal with.
The strong winds didn’t stop the the birds coming to the feeder. It amazes me that these little creatures which only weigh a few grams can battle against the wind with such apparent ease. Mind you, we didn’t see any blue or coal tits in the morning when the wind was strongest so maybe it does affect them as they are smaller than the chaffinches.
Chaffinches were not at all bothered.
The sun came out after coffee time and it tempted me out too to fill the car with diesel and visit the ducks on the Kilngreen while I was at it. In spite of the sunshine, the wind-chill factor was hard at work so I abandoned plans for a little walk and just stood and admired the ducks gleaming in the sun. Perhaps because of a little interbreeding with escaped domestic ducks, our mallards come in a nice variety of shades.
The direction that the sun strikes them can turn their green heads to purple at a touch.
The resident heron was also on site.
It will perhaps not come as a surprise to you to find out that I spent the afternoon following a handy on-line tutorial provided by Adobe which taught me how to make the frames you can see in the pictures above.
I have managed to create an ‘action’ so that I can add a frame to a photo with a single touch of a button and it would seem likely that you will see quite a few frames in the future. I will try not to overdo them.
In the early evening, I went off to the local Co-op store to help Margaret sell raffle tickets to raise money for buying feed for the Moorland bird feeders. Luckily we had a reaso0nably warm spot to sit….
…but we were still well wrapped up. When I say that I was helping Margaret sell tickets, it would be more accurate to say that I was chatting to Margaret while she fixed passers by with her beady eye and made them buy tickets. If anyone can sell a raffle ticket, Margaret can.
After an hour and a half, Gavin, the raffle organiser, turned up and let me off so that I could slip home and have a quick bite to eat before going to join Jean and Sandy at the Archive Centre. Jean and I put a couple of weeks of the index into the database and once again we have caught up with the data miners which is very satisfactory.
When we adjourned to the Eskdale for our post archiving refreshment, we were joined by Mrs Tootlepedal who had been at an opera society practice nearby. We were most convivial.
The quick bite which I had for my tea was a ragout of minced beef and bacon which had been cooking all day in the slow cooker, served with tagliatelli. We have been using the slow cooker a lot since we got it recently and this was one of the tastiest dishes to have come out of it.
When I had set out to the Archive Centre after my tea, I was struck by the elegance of the new moon in a clear sky. I didn’t have time to set up a tripod and a remote release so this was just a hand-held shot on the fly.
For the flying bird of the day, I caught a chaffinch in the morning sunshine.