Today’s guest picture comes from my Newcastle correspondent who visited a LEGO exhibition where she saw this magnificent if highly coloured model of St Pancras. Rather strangely, it was in the Woodhorn colliery museum.
It was chilly but bright….
…and I was hoping for a constant stream of interesting small birds. Mrs Tootlepedal remained in the car and scanned the skies for interesting raptors. We were both somewhat disappointed. I saw a great many chaffinches in the middle distance….
The trip wasn’t a total write off as we combined it with some shopping and refuelling the Kangoo on the way home.
There were more chaffinches when we got home. They were lining up at the feeder.
It turned out later that Mrs Tootlepedal had had an appointment which she missed by going up to the feeders and it has had to be re-arranged. Forgetting to check the wall diary before going out is one of the perils of old age.
I had a wander round the garden to seek out new buds but once again the only colour was a crocus.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal did a bit of cycling on her bike to nowhere and then went out to continue preparing the garden for the new season and Sandy and I went off for a short walk.
My ankle tendonitis has been greatly improved by my calf stretching and I was happy to give it a test. We walked thought the town and then up the hill behind the High Street on a track that I have never used before. It was well looked after and had a fine wall along it.
The reason why I had never walked along it before became apparent when the track stopped abruptly after only a few hundred yards. We went forward by crossing a small field to a gate that led onto the golf course.
We went into the clubhouse where we discovered Dropscone and two other golfers who had just completed their round in the winter competition. They told us that the fine weather hadn’t been mirrored in their performance.
We left the golfers to their sorrows and walked on down the road to the Kilngreen. There were the usual gulls in attendance…
We continued along the new path to the Jubilee Bridge and so home. It was a walk short on photo opportunities but very pleasant as a winter walk on a sunny day. Just for the sake of it, I stopped to survey some moss.
Sandy went straight home and I did some pro resting after the walk. I am happy to say that my ankle stood up to the test of the short walk very well so I will have to make sure that I don’t slack off on the calf stretching.
In the evening, we walked along to the Buccleuch Centre to listen to the Scottish National Jazz Orchestra under the direction of Tommy Smith play a program of the compositions of Billy Strayhorn.
They were on a brief three stop tour. As the other two venues were The Queen’s Hall, Edinburgh and the Royal Conservatoire, Glasgow, we felt particularly blessed to have them in our modest small town venue.
The fifteen strong band provided music right up my street. Their sound was sumptuous and the blend was smooth. They were able to play with great tenderness and well as with plenty of fire and gave us a very varied programme of pieces with arrangements of Greig and Gershwin mixed in with more typical Ellingtonian numbers. The playing was crisp and rhythmic throughout and the sound levels and balance could not have been bettered. And all this only a few hundred yards from home.
The flying bird of the day is one of the obliging gulls.