Today’s picture, from the camera of my brother, shows an elegant flautist….much like myself in many ways, though I usually keep my shirt and trousers on while playing.
I was feeling much better today, and hardly moaned or complained at all…..well maybe once or twice…but I felt well and never had to lie down for a snooze.
Mrs Tootlepedal is still feeling very positive about cycling, even in the rain so after we had had a visit from Dropscone, (who came bearing gifts of cauliflower and squash and departed, after a cup of coffee, with a cycling magazine) we got togged up in the wet weather gear and ventured out. The wind was not too strong and the rain was gentle so we enjoyed our fourteen mile journey round the Barnglieshead triangle.
We stopped at the farm for a bit of a home made energy bar…
…and a look at the young lambs there.
On our way back, we past a newly felled piece of woodland and you can clearly see how closely the trees in these commercial plantations are planted. It forces them to grow straight and quickly.
I stopped to admire some very healthy looking hazel catkins beside the Wauchope.
Once home, I just had time for a quick walk round the garden…
Mrs Tootlepedal has aimed for a river of blue with her grape hyacinths and has produced this.
…before it was time for lunch. After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal shot off on a shopping excursion in the car and I arranged for a walk with Sandy, who is on holiday from his job at college. There was the hint of drizzle still in the air but we took our cameras anyway.
We started along the banks of the Esk and I had barely remarked that I hadn’t seen a goosander for ages before we saw two right beside us.
I tried mentioning that I hadn’t seen a dipper or a polar bear either but this didn’t have the same magical effect.
We walked round the Castleholm and the pheasant hatchery. We met a man being taken for a walk by his dogs….
…saw a new fungus on a tree stump….
…and caught a glimpse of spring in wild flowers…
….and fresh green leaves.
It started to rain quite heavily as we got near the Duchess’ Bridge so the cameras were put away and we headed for a cup of tea at Sandy’s without too much delay.
As usual, I had found time during the day to stare out of the window.
Flying birds were ten a penny today.
Concentration was always needed as the feeder came near.
In the evening, I met up with Sandy again and we went to the Archive Centre with Jean and Jean and I completed the entry of another couple of weeks of the newspaper index.
Although, I am still a bit tired and consequently the literary content of this post is rather skimpy, I was pleased to have had a normal sort of day and I hope that tomorrow will be even better.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch.