Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent Venetia and shows the Market or Buttercross at Somerton.
Pretty well my whole day was taken up with a visit to Matilda, the WGSP, In Edinburgh. Because Mrs Tootlepedal needed the car to go to a fellow embroiderer’s birthday party, I had to travel by bus to Carlisle to catch the train there. Luckily the bus and train timetables meshed very neatly and I wasted no time at all on my trip. In fact so neat was the mesh on the way back that I had four minutes to spare between the train and the bus. Fortunately both were perfectly on time.
Matilda was in fine form…
After a good lunch and some energetic crawling, she took us for a walk in Holyrood Park. We contemplated the steep route below Salisbury Crags….
When we had passed the Loch, the sunny conditions persuaded us to walk along the Queen’s Drive up the slope of Arthur’s Seat. We were considering making the complete circuit of the hill but once we left the sheltered side, the wind was so strong that making any progress at all was quite hard.
Matilda was in two minds about the decision…
Out of the wind, it was a lovely day although a bit hazy. An island in the Forth seemed almost to be floating in the sky.
The gorse was out on the slopes and I enjoyed the blossom glowing in the light behind us as we got back to the bottom of the hill.
We got home safely, in spite of having to battle the wind again as we left the park. A cup of tea and several biscuits restored us to full working order and we spent some more time admiring Matilda’s great crawling and supported standing up skills. It can’t be too long before she is walking under her own steam.
It seemed not time at all before I had to leave to catch the train home.
A good day was rounded off by several duets with Alison who came round with Mike for their customary Friday evening visit. It is surprising how tiring sitting in buses and trains can be and I was not entirely not perfect but we enjoyed ourselves as we always do.
In my absence, the chimney has grown through the upstairs room and disappeared through the roof.
I didn’t have any time to look at the feeder today so the flying bird of the day was a problem. It was solved for me by unexpectedly encountering a large murmuration of starlings, swirling in the sky just above my bus stop in Carlisle in the evening. It is not the world’s greatest picture because the bus was just about to leave but there are certainly a lot of flying birds of the day in it.