Today’s guest picture shows a very woolly goat spotted by my brother who was visiting Paradise Springs near Rotarua in NZ.
It was a calm day after all the rain but I didn’t manage to get organised enough to go out for a pedal. Instead, while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir, I put together what the recipe claimed was a lamb tagine for the slow cooker. It had apricots, cinnamon, lemon juice and honey in it so that was quite sophisticated for a cook of my calibre, It tasted pretty good too when we had it for our tea in the evening.
Somehow the cooking and some heavy bird watching managed to fill most of the morning. The were plenty of birds to watch today. Blue tits are just as irresistible to me as poppies are.
The flying chaffinches were zooming in from all angles.
And sparrows were jostling for places on the perches.
I did find time for a walk round the garden in a brief sunny spell. The rudbeckias have lost heart….
Pale delphiniums and dicentras are adding a little late watery colour.
…although we are too far north to ever get a good crop of ripe nuts.
And my addiction to poppies has not abated.
I went back in and did a little flute practice. Although I am very good at telling other people that they need to practice, I find it hard to get organised enough to have a regular practice regime myself, even though I know that this is the only way to improve.
I had a cheese and tomato sandwich for lunch with one of the last of our tomato crop for the year. I shall miss having tender and tasty tomatoes when we have to go back to shop bought, tough skinned specimens.
After lunch, there was enough time for a quick look out of the window….
Then it was time to go to Carlisle for our choir there. We combined the artistic with the practical and called in at Homebase to buy a sheet of corrugated plastic to cover composting bins C and D as one of our old sheets has finally been battered into submission by the elements. We then popped into Sainsburys to buy coffee beans and smelly Italian cheese along with some other less necessary things. You can never have too many different sorts of cheese or coffee beans in the house.
We worked really hard in the choir and I am continually amazed by the patience of our choirmaster who has to go over the music in great detail for us novices week after week. Still, we are definitely always improving and this must give him some reward.
We got home in time to enjoy the lamb tagine and then we were off out again, this time to the Buccleuch Centre for a concert. I had bought tickets for a group called the Swing Commanders on a bit of a whim as I thought that might be either awful or quite fun. In the event, they turned out to be jolly good value, playing a wide variety of swing and dance music with tremendous zest and a really good sense of rhythm. Apart from the fact that the sound balance wasn’t perfect, it was an excellent evening, although it must be said the the first half was better than the second half when they perhaps got a little too ambitious.
The flying bird of the day is a rather scruffy goldfinch.