Today’s guest picture shows the fine court house in Liverpool, built when crime was taken seriously and photographed by my brother.
The weather here was a crime today, with fearsome winds and heavy rain for most of the day. It was my turn to fill the moorland feeders and I stopped on the way to do some business in the High Street. Nearly everyone I met said, “Well you won’t be taking any photographs today.” I wasn’t intending to take any pictures but after all this discouragement and just to show that it was possible, I took a few through the car window after I had filled the feeders.
I didn’t stay long and was soon back home.
The wet and windy weather had brought out a squad of siskins who almost monopolised the seed feeder in the garden for quite some time.
The poor chaffinches had to scrabble about on the ground under the feeder picking up scraps. Luckily for them, the siskins are messy eaters and there was plenty for them to find.
The rest of the day was spent indoors until the early evening when the skies cleared for a while. I was able to catch a breath of spring (which officially starts tomorrow) in the garden.
During the day, I turned my attention to choir music practice and transferring stuff from my XP computer to my laptop. This latter task went so remarkably well that I am expecting to find very bad things happening soon. The way of computing change is a hard and rocky one.
In the afternoon, I made a sourdough loaf and so forgot my Mediterranean diet that I inadvertently made some gingerbread biscuits while thinking of other things. In order to make sure that they don’t hang about tempting me for days on end, I have eaten most of them already.
In the evening, I went to the Archive centre with Sandy (Jean stayed at home suffering from the after effects of visiting the dentist) and we both did some useful work.
The wind has calmed down quite a bit as I write this but it is still brisk and it will take several days to subside. Meanwhile we are going to have colder weather again which will be a disappointment after a week or two of being just under 10 degrees C.
I did get a very blurred flying bird. I have out it in because I thought the colours looked quite striking.
Afternote: Dropscone, who thinks my posts are very boring, has complained that I have only put one picture of his granny’s rocking chair onto my posts so far. At the risk of boring you, here is another. This is it after its re-upholstery.