Today’s guest picture comes from Venetia who was visiting Aldeburgh. She took this picture of The Scallop, a 4m high sculpture by Maggi Hambling, dedicated to the memory of the composer Benjamin Britten. The piece is made up of two interlocking scallop shells, each broken, the upright shell being pierced with the words: “I hear those voices that will not be drowned.”
It was another gloomy, windy day with a promise of rain so I was happy to be able to entertain Scott, the minister and Dropscone to coffee instead of wearing myself out battling against the breeze. Scott has persuaded me to enter for a 50 mile cycle sportive in Cumbria in early May so I will have to try to get a bit of work in before that. Dropscone may be tempted too.
I should say that a cycle sportive is an organised but non competitive timed ride and it is good fun to ride with a group of other riders for once even if I can’t keep up with them for long.
We were nibbling scones and sipping coffee when my attention wandered for a moment to events outside the window.
The sparrowhawk did not put off the other birds for long because after the ‘boys’ left, we were visited by a great tit, a very rare visitor these days.
I set off as soon as possible on my bike, camera in hand but when I got there, there was no sign of the partridges. I waited long enough to drink a cup of tea but they didn’t return so I took a shot of the resident sparrows….
I had a quick walk round the garden….
…before going for lunch.
A blue tit paid us a lunch time visit.
The forecast was confident that it was going to rain in the mid afternoon so after lunch, I scuttled out for a brief walk not stopping for many photographs. As it happens, I could have taken my time because the rain seemed to pass us by and the day remained dry.
I did spot a goosander in the Esk.
I wish that they were less agitated by human presence because it is very hard to get a good picture of them at the best of times and harder still when they keep swimming away from me. They are great fun to watch though.
I walked back along the top of the banking and was amused to watch a rabbit dash across the path in front of me and then hide in full view.
Once home, I put in a little Mozart practice and then entered a week of the newspaper index into the Archive database but to tell the truth, I did quite a lot of aimless mooching about too. The changeable weather is making me restless, unwilling to settle down indoors to do tasks which need doing and unable to get outside usefully because the weather is so unpredictable.
In the end, when it became plain that it wasn’t going to rain, I went out and mowed the back lawn and drying green. This didn’t help much.
Mrs Tootlepedal is continuing with the preparations for her decorative border in the front room. She has applied the first coat of paint. It is a time consuming business as it requires a lot of sanding and filling of the floorboards for a perfect finish.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle where we enjoyed a good session of recorder playing with our group to round off the day.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch battling towards the feeder against the brisk breeze.