Today’s guest picture, sent to me by cyclist Lorne, shows the results of a piece of well travelled sourdough starter in action. The starter came to me from Talkin in Cumbria across the border, a gift from my recorder playing friend Sue and I passed some of it on to the clarinet playing mother of infant cyclist Sarah who took it to Linlithgow on Sunday and made this fine loaf with it.
The good spell of blue skies and warm temperatures has come to the end and Dropscone and I went out for the morning run in grey conditions and a thermometer struggling to reach 50°F. Still, it was dry and the wind was reasonably gentle on us.
The wind gave us a helping hand on our way out but only became a factor in the last 6 miles on the way home. We drank our coffee and ate our treacle scones when we got back with a degree of contentment. Nobody had got a puncture and nobody had fallen off so it had to be counted as one of the better morning runs of late.
The chief business of the day was returning 90 choir books to the public library in Carlisle. These are heavy books in big boxes but Mrs Tootlepedal had whisked them into the car before I had finished my shower after coffee. We had an early lunch and drove off with the books. The library sits in a shopping mall with a multi storey car park beside it. We phoned the librarian just as we got near and she was waiting for us with a trolley at the back door to the library which leads on to the top floor of the car park. The transfer was completed in a matter of minutes. If you want friendly and efficient service, the Carlisle Public Library is the place to go.
While I was in Carlisle, I took the opportunity to visit a camera shop. I wasn’t looking for a camera though. I have become a bit fed up with sitting or standing next to Sandy or Mrs Tootlepedal while they look at distant birds through binoculars and enjoy sights which are mere dots in the sky to me so I was looking for a pair of binoculars suitable for an old man with dodgy eyesight and specs. They had a pair. I bought it. I am looking forward to using them over the weekend.
When we got home, I realised that I hadn’t taken a single photo all day so in spite of the fact that it was raining, I nipped out into the garden. Some of our tulips are over but there are still many looking very well.
The bergenia is not the most elegant flower but it added a dash of colour to a dull day.
As did a healthy clump of lithodora.
The rain unfortunately had turned the head of this geum towards the ground.
But this newly acquired euphorbia has settled in well and was smiling through its tears.
I didn’t stay out in the rain for long and was soon inside looking out.
I have left two of the perches off the feeder to try to save myself a little money but the birds can get at the seeds without a perch and still eat me out of house and home.
In the evening, the Linlithgow breadmaker’s parents arrived for their customary Friday evening visit and while Mike helped Mrs Tootlepedal to effect repairs on a seized up wheelbarrow wheel. Alison and I played a couple of enjoyable Loeillet sonatas for flute and harpsichord. We were all happy.
The flying bird of the day was shot in rainy and gloomy circumstances.