Today’s picture comes from sunny Morocco where my friend Sue was recently on holiday. It shows her on a camel. She is the one looking cool on the right.
It wasn’t a day for taking pictures so of course I took a few.
The main business of the morning did little to alleviate the gloom as we went to our friend Arthur’s memorial service. Mrs Tootlepedal was singing in the church choir and they made a very nice job of singing Abide with Me in the middle of the service.
A distinguished professor gave the encomium. He was very good and cheered us all up by working the word ‘desuetude’ into his text. He didn’t apply it to Arthur though but merely to an old library which Arthur had helped to restore. The encomium was interesting, informative and both commendably brief and to the point, qualities which Arthur himself would have admired so we felt that he had been well sent off.
All the while, progress was being made on the new chimney.
Then I went up to the town to do some banking business and extended the trip into a walk. It was still too gloomy to take any photographs but once again that didn’t stop me.
I walked up the Kirk Wynd to the golf course, stopping to admire some promise on the way…
(When I said that I leapt across the stream, I was lying.)
I walked back down the track to Whitshiels, admiring the fresh colour of the spiky gorse blossoms…
…before putting on several layers of warm cycling clothes and going off on my slow bike for a circular tour with Mrs Tootlepedal.
As you can see, we weren’t in a great rush. It was pretty chilly and we wearing lots of layers and there was a very keen north easterly wind discouraging us whenever it could. Garmin doesn’t always get the weather right so I should say that it wasn’t raining and the wind was stronger than it suggests.
We plugged away cheerfully enough until near the very end, when the chill and the wind got to us a bit. All the same, I was pleased to have taken my knee for its first circular ride and Mrs Tootlepedal was pleased to have swapped the bike to nowhere for an actual moving experience.
This time it really was too dark to take pictures as we pedalled along and I didn’t even take Pocketcam with me.
In the evening, we were joined by Mike and Alison and Alison and I played some duets with some more than usually exciting variations from the composers’ original intentions. Nevertheless, as Alison remarked, playing duets is always good value even when there are a few wrong notes.
The flying bird of the day is an excitable siskin.