Today’s guest picture is a pair of regal pelicans in a royal park in London. My sister Mary enjoyed their company.
After yesterday’s grand tour, I had a gentle morning which was enhanced by a couple of scones and the presence of Dropscone himself at coffee time. He has been away acting as an official at the Scottish Boys Golf Championship for a few days so I have been living in a scone free zone.
After he left, I got the lawn mower out and squashed some moss in a rather pointless way on the middle lawn. In an effort to improve things, I got out a garden fork and tested my new knee’s ability to spike the lawn. It stood up to the task well but I only did a small piece not wanting to push my luck too far.
I laid down the fork and picked up the camera instead.
Other colours are available too.
The chance of catching a flying bird at the feeder was very slim as the good weather has taken the small birds out of the garden to treats in the field and forest.
We were left with the occasional blackbird…
After lunch, we went off to Longtown to get our eyes tested as there is no optician in Langholm. Mrs Tootlepedal went in first and then disappeared on a shopping jaunt while I got my eyes seen to. I have a good eye and a bad eye and it turned out that my good eye has got better and my bad eye has g. This should speed up blog production by a huge amount.
When I had finished, I went for a walk round the Longtown ponds.
The ponds are lined with willows and they caught the slightly hazy sun.
We are heading back to wet and windy weather at the weekend but this mini spell of warm and sunny weather has been most welcome.
My mobile phone had stopped working yesterday afternoon and when we got home, I spent a frustrating amount of time trying to find a reason for the breakdown by searching my provider’s website. This is the sort of thing that induces blinding headaches, broken crockery and stamping of feet. The peak rage moment was holding a phone with a numeric dialling pad and being asked to by a robot to enter the sixth letter of my password on the keypad. “If it is A B or C or 2, just press 2.”
I finally found a real person to talk to and rather anti-climatically, the solution to my problem was to take my SIM card out and put it back again. I should have guessed.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to a meeting of the Ewes WRI and Sandy and I went to the Archive Centre where an impeccably behaved internet connection allowed us to put two weeks of the newspaper index into the database.
In the absence of obliging chaffinches, a Longtown goosander comes in as flying bird of the day.