Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s trip to Brighton. It shows that a trip to the end of Brighton pier would end with very wet feet.
We had a miserable day of weather here, raining when we got up and still raining even harder when I write this in the evening. I had to go up to fill the feeders at the Moorland feeding station and it was a very soggy business. There were plenty of birds about but it was too wet to sit outside so I was trapped in the car too far away to see clearly….
..and the light was rotten and even a tree sparrow couldn’t tempt me to stay for long….
…though a couple of pheasants obligingly came close to the car to pose.
I stopped to snap a gorse bush which was adding a little colour to a grey day….
…and headed home.
The incessant rain and the strong wind made photographing flowers uninviting so my only garden flower shot of the day was taken from the shelter of the back door.
I retired inside and got several necessary tasks out of the way. In a slightly brighter but still rainy moment, I took a break to stare out of the window.
The siskins and chaffinches were still bickering but the goldfinches tried a little shouting of their own today.
The gloom of the day was deepened when the program that I use to put music onto the computer crashed just as I was going to save an hour’s work. What is the golden rule? Save every ten minutes. Did I do it? No.
I did make a small frog hunting expedition in the afternoon.
In hopes of some better weather to come, I took the speedy bike down to the excellent bike shop in Longtown for it’s annual service but in expectation of more rain, bought a pair of new overshoes while I was in there.
The best thing about the day was that the tiredness which had enveloped me like a heavy overcoat when I got up, magically disappeared during the afternoon and by the time that I went to the Archive Centre with Jean and Sandy in the evening, I was annoyingly perky. Jean is suffering from a sore leg but overcame her discomfort without complaint and we put in a power of work entering the newspaper index into the database while Sandy scanned pictures for our photo archive. Our next database entries will be for January 1887 and the start of a new year always rekindles our enthusiasm for the task.
A flying chaffinch in the gloom ends this post.