Today’s guest picture was sent by my daughter in London and shows a splendid wild flower display in one of her local parks.
It was dry and not too cold but decidedly breezy when Dropscone and I went out for the morning run to Gair and back today. We took it gently and I enjoyed the ride. Dropscone is suffering from saddle soreness so didn’t enjoy the ride quite as much as me but this gave me a chance to take a phone photo of the lovely weather when we made a stop for him to adjust his saddle.
The photo was taken at Gair, our turning point. It is a quiet spot. In the background on the left of the picture you can just see a flat topped hill where the Romans once established a fort. This is the most exciting thing that has happened locally in recent years.
The title of today’s post mentions Parkinson’s Law. Parkinson developed quite a few laws over time such as – any business opening a fancy new headquarters is always on the verge of collapse – but his most famous law was this: Work expands to fill the time available. I have found that this law needs some revision as I don’t work any more but somehow or other, everything I do expands to fill the time available. I never have time to do all the things I want to do in spite of the fact that generally speaking, I have nothing to do. It is most mysterious.
It is because of the workings of this law that I always seem to find myself writing the blog at midnight in spite of having had all day to do it and this may well explain the the slightly distracted air of my prose.
Still, I did find time for a walk round the garden after my post biking shower. The strong wind made taking flower pictures a bit of a lottery.
Mrs Tootlepedal has gathered in her crop of impressively large swede turnips.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy in the garden after lunch and I gave her an unskilled hand with a little shredding and then went off on a bird watching outing.
I went to the Kilngreen first where, luckily for me, a little girl with some bread scraps roused the gulls into a frenzy of flight. I snapped away at all levels.
Then I went up to the moorland bird feeders to see if the colder weather had brought any interesting newcomers to the feeders. I found that the feeders hadn’t been filled and as a result there were no birds of any sort about at all. As I was filling the feeders, the volunteer whose job it was to fill them arrived, having been to busy to do it earlier. We finished the task and I sat down to see what would happen next as she went off to do more busy things.
Nothing happened next apart from the appearance of the resident tame pheasants.
I stopped on the way to visit a favourite section of wall at Broomholm. It is a moss and lichen nature reserve.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had at last finished her gardening and we sat down to a refreshing cup of tea and a slice of Selkirk Bannock. I should add that I realise that Selkirk Bannnock doesn’t figure largely in the Mediterranean diet but I did eat a bunch of grapes too.
Then the twin tasks of looking at my pictures and cooking my tea expanded to fill the rest of the daylight hours and as darkness fell, I drove off to Carlisle to play with the recorder group. Susan was busy at work so didn’t come and we played trios and quartets as a result but Roy, our librarian, had managed to find a very entertaining set of music for us, including some which we had never played before and we had an excellent evening of playing.
The flying bird of the day is one of those obliging gulls.