Today’s guest picture shows Scott ready to ride at St Bees yesterday. It was taken by Dropscone. You can tell it was before the ride as he is still smiling.
It was a miserable, wet and windy morning and it emphasised how lucky we were to get one of the rare recent sunny days for our cycle ride yesterday. Dropscone and Scott came round to review the event over coffee and scones and it turned out that I was the one who went wrong route-wise the least with just a few hundred yards to re-navigate. Scott had half a mile or so to retrace and Dropscone trumped us both with six miles extra and several hundred feet of bonus climbing to do after he followed another cyclist down the wrong road at a junction. Fortunately for him, he made another duff route choice later on which cut a good chunk of distance and two more climbs off the route but he still did well over fifty miles. On the plus side, he won his golf competition on Saturday. In spite of these adventures, we were all pretty pleased to have got round.
There is not much to say about the rest of the morning and early afternoon except that the bad weather brought plenty of birds into the garden.
Later in the afternoon, the rain relented and Sandy came round for a walk. We were going through the park when Sandy’s sharp eyes spotted a movement on a tree trunk.
We walked along the riverside path and were impressed by a flood of green on the banking. It was sitting on a boggy pievce of ground between swathes of garlic and patches of bluebells and I have no idea what it was.
When we got to the Stubholm, we decided to extend our walk by going round Gaskell’s. I liked the subdued colours in this old barn wall.
We got round without getting wet which was a relief and as we had been well sheltered from the fierce winds, our walk was very enjoyable and it was good to give my legs a stretch after yesterday’s efforts.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle where we played trios and quartets (when the fourth member arrived after a short while) and had a most enjoyable session, It was one of those nights when we seemed to be playing well enough to have space to listen to and appreciate the playing of the other members of the group instead of just playing our own notes with our heads down.
The forecast for the next couple of days is very poor so it looks as though I will have plenty of time to stare out the window at birds. This was my flying bird for today.