Today’s guest picture shows a work of art outside the Royal Academy that caught my sister Mary’s eye. I used to make shapes like that with the children at school.
Because the wind had dropped overnight, Mrs Tootlepedal had to scrape ice off the car before she set off and I had plenty of time to do the crossword before the temperature got above 4 degrees C and became suitable for cycling.
I had in mind a very gentle pedal as I still had a residue of little aches and pains from being knocked over by the wind a couple of days ago and was unsure how getting on a bike would feel. I armed myself with two bananas, a chocolate biscuit and a tuna roll from John’s shop and gave it a go.
Shortly after I set out, I was passed by the demon figure of Dropscone whizzing down the road in the opposite direction on his speedy bike near the end of his morning run. He is a harder man then me when it comes to cycling in low temperatures.
After the very chilly winds of the last few days, it was a great treat to be out in more kindly weather. The sun shone and although the temperature was actually lower than recent days, it felt much warmer. As I got into my gentle pedalling rhythm, it became apparent that once again Dr Bicycle had worked his miracle cure and the aches and pains had vanished so I extended my horizons.
I had my camera with me but my photography mind was working at a slower pace than my legs and I was often well past a good photo opportunity before it had properly registered and I wasn’t in the mood to stop and go back so pictures are few and literally far between.
Some colourful roofs tempted me to stop for a breather at Kennedy’s Corner at twelve miles, my last moment in the hills.
I left Scotland and followed the English shoreline down to Rockcliffe where I enjoyed a cup of coffee and a packet of crisps in the Crown and Thistle pub.
I stopped for my final banana at the bridge over the Esk in Canonbie. Although the view from the bridge is frankly dull..
The lack of hills on the route made for an easy pedalling experience and I was able to get to the fifty mile mark with little trouble, although my average speed was nothing to write home about at all.
When I got home, I walked round the garden. In spite of the sunshine, it has been so chilly in general that we are in a sort of limbo. Flowers are starting to come out and then staying stuck.
There are daffodils about but the larger ones are coming along very slowly…
Even the tadpoles are unwilling to wriggle.
I filled the bird feeders, went inside and kept an eye out of the window.
Among the birds, I saw a bee flying about and rushed out to watch it.
When Mrs Tootlepedal came home, we shared a rather uninspired sausage casserole that I had made for our tea and then I went off to the Archive Centre to meet Sandy. Our internet connection was on its best behaviour and we put two weeks of the newspaper index into the database before retiring for a restorative glass of red wine at the Eskdale Hotel.
There are two flying birds of the day today. As there were three female party leaders on stage in the televised election debate tonight, I thought that I ought to have a male and a female flying bird to celebrate this. (There were some men too but they weren’t making much sense.)