Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary’s friend and blog reader Venetia.. She visited the newly opened Steart Marshes, near Bridgwater in Somerset. She tells me that this very sensible scheme is allowing the sea to take over land to create saltmarshes and wetlands, to relieve pressure elsewhere. It has been in the planning for three years, so is nothing to do with the flooding in the region last winter.
We had a break in the wet weather here today which let me get out for a short 20 mile trip on the bicycle. A side effect of the clearer weather was a nippy 3°C on the thermometer at breakfast so I spent a little time watching the birds before setting off. The vast bulk of our visitors are goldfinches and chaffinches at the moment so it was a pleasure to welcome a sparrow and a blue tit to the feeder.
As soon as the temperature crept up to 4.5°C , I put on many layers and went for a gentle loosener up the Wauchope road. I didn’t want to overtax my back, knee or breathing as we had a concert in the evening so I had plenty of time to look around as I went.
The trip started at the warm colours of the larches at Pool Corner….
…and I turned at the bottom of Callister where the view is beginning to look quite wintery. Everything is turning brown,except the spruce trees, and in a month or two, the hills will be greyer and gloomier as we wait for spring to return.
For the record, I took a shot of Wauchope Schoolhouse with the wood behind it gradually being turned into a huge pile of logs.
I had time for a shower and a bit of shopping before we picked up choir member Jeremy and set off for the Sands Centre in Carlisle for our concert. Mrs Tootlepedal came down, even though she wasn’t in a fit state to sing with choir. It was a long afternoon and evening as we arrived at 3.30 and didn’t get out of the theatre until 10.30.
Meanwhile, we had had a sound check, a rehearsal of our massed choir pieces, a rehearsal of our own four pieces and a three hour concert in which we sang our own four songs and the three with the massed choirs……
….and there was a lot of sitting and standing about in between times.
I got Mrs Tootlepedal to record some of our rehearsal on my mobile phone and she managed it very well. Unfortunately being an instinctive singer, she sang quietly along to the choir as she recorded it so the recordings have a ghostly echoing quality to them. I am going to see what I can do but meanwhile, here is a still showing the huge stage that we were on.
It was a patriotic affair with a very good military band, first world war songs and a minute’s silence on the programme. We sang our songs pretty well for us and were tired but satisfied when the final curtain came across. It is after one o’clock in the morning as I write this so it is time for bed. Goodnight.
Today’s flying bird is a chaffinch showing determination to get to the feeder before the goldfinches.