Today’s guest picture shows a newspaper headline spotted in Hull by my friend Bruce, who is on a tour of interesting places in England. He remarks that it is not a headline that he has seen before. I remark that it must be hard to keep a flying goldfish in a bowl.
It was a beautiful day today, with fluffy clouds in a blue sky and a very light wind. It cried out for a cycle ride. It would have got one straight after breakfast if the temperature had not been too close to zero for fun. I waited around, looking out of the window occasionally…
…until it had crept up to a mellow 4°C. I wrapped up well and then went off on the fairly speedy bike.
Rather alarmingly, the fields and the roadside were covered in a thick layer of yesterday’s hail and at places even the road itself was white. I pottered along slowly and carefully until the very local nature of the storm yesterday was made plain by the complete disappearance of the evidence after a two miles. From there on, conditions were perfect.
As the forecast for the next few days contains many indications of strong winds, I resolved to go as far as the new knee would let me while the going was good.
For the curious, details of the ride can be found by clicking on the image below.
After thirty miles, my leg started to pass remarks so I stopped in Gretna for a bowl of soup and a poke of chips at the Old Tollbar cafe. This is advertised as the last house in Scotland but it would have been the first house in Scotland had I approached it from the opposite direction.
Thus fortified, my legs stopped their moaning until I was near home. Then they suggested, quite forcibly, that I give up any thoughts of a neat 50 miler and so I settled for 47.5 miles and a tasty heap of drop scones, freshly made by Mrs Tootlepedal when I got in.
It was such a nice day that I had a walk round the garden.
The answer to yesterday plant riddle is that the object was the rhizome of a water lily. I felt quite a fool to be angrily hooking out a tyre only to find that it was a living plant.
Flying birds were not available but a starling was back on the holly tree…
…and a portly pigeon sauntered about.
After a shower, I drove Mrs Tootlepedal up to the Langholm Moor for a brief bird watching session. Moorland management was much in evidence when we arrived. A tractor was mowing strips of vegetation….
Naturally with all this going on not far from where we parked, we thought that there would be no chance of seeing any birds but a short eared owl soon made an appearance and drifted along the bank in front of us. I followed it so far with the binoculars and then took a couple of shots for the record as it flew away.
On our way up to the moor, we had stopped at the Kilngreen to try and get a flying bird picture for the day. The ducks were happy to stay firmly down to earth.
In the evening, I went off to Brampton to visit the Brampton Community Choir. They recently advertised for a musical director and then their old MD came back from illness and they unadvertised the job. He is likely to go away within the next year or so and they asked if I would like to go down and see the choir meanwhile just in case.
It has about 60 members and and makes a good sound. I sang along with the tenors, sight reading as best as I could and it was arranged that I should go along in the Autumn and conduct a couple of pieces then to see how the choir and I get along. I look forward to it.
I did find a gull to help out, under protest, with the flying bird of the day position.
PS: While I was looking at today’s pictures on my phone, I discovered one that I took on Warbla the other day and didn’t use. I don’t usually put in pictures which I haven’t taken on the day but I thought this was worth looking at. The phone has easily my widest angle lens.