Today’s guest picture is another from Mike Tinker’s visit to his grandchildren in New Zealand. While there, he and Alison visited the Abel Tasman track. It looks like a grand place to visit.It was a reasonably sunny morning but any joy at this was tempered by a mean minded and penetrating wind which made it feel more like March than May. After a little light housekeeping, I went out for ride on the fairly speedy bike just to keep my legs working. I hadn’t made up my mind how far I was going to go but after only managing five miles in the first half hour, my mind was made up for me by the wind and I turned back. That the five miles back were accomplished at an average speed of nearly 23 mph gives some indication of how annoying the wind was when it was in my face.
The tree fellers have been doing such a good job….
I took a look back from the top of the hill past Wauchope School….
Mrs Tootlepedal (with a little help from me) has nearly finished putting everything away in its new home after the disruption of the great end wall saga. The new rooms, upstairs and down, are very satisfactory and the complete lack of the sound of water dripping into buckets when wind and rain combine has made all the fuss feel well worth while.
We have also solved the mystery of the falling seed feeder. Mrs Tootlepedal caught two rooks in the act of dislodging it and so I have come up with a working solution.
Other less destructive birds arrived.
I had to go for perching birds because the flying variety were very uncooperative this morning, either not getting in to the frame fast enough for my itchy trigger finger…
Mrs Tootlepedal was working in the garden so I went out to have a look round. There were signs of coming and goings.
The apple blossom is superb this year…..
The chief business of the day was a trip to Carlisle in the afternoon to sing at a concert with our Carlisle Community Choir. Although we were only scheduled to sing for 20 minutes at the formal opening of a new arts venue in a converted old Fire Station, we left just after four and didn’t get home until just after nine.
We had a rehearsal to get used to the venue first and then some of us found time for a quick meal at a chip shop nearby. (The owner obligingly kept it open for us although he was actually closing up as we arrived.)
Then it was back to the venue again for the opening. We were subjected to a ‘humorous turn’ from a local radio celebrity which went on too long and wasn’t very humorous and then a speech from the council chief who had overseen the conversion of the venue. As this contained the words, “responsible for taking our vision forward”, you can guess that it was too long as well. Finally after a short (and interesting) few words from the mayor, we got to sing at last.
It went well as far as we could tell but as a lot of the people who had been invited to the opening were still in another room, talking loudly and drinking throughout the performance, it didn’t quite have the éclat that we had hoped for. We choir members enjoyed it though and that is the main thing.
I should add that someone, obviously with great vision going forward, has named the venue “The Old Fire Station”. I hope that they were well paid. The mayor told us that the fire station was built on the site of a Victorian music hall.
We rounded off the day by doing some shopping on the way home as we are expecting visitors on Sunday.
The flying bird of the day is one of those chaffinches that didn’t quite get into the frame.
I should mention that a polite note from Dr Barlow, the blog’s resident bird expert, tells me that yesterday’s supposed sighting of a female hen harrier was just a buzzard after all, I must learn to read my bird book more carefully. Sorry about the misinformation. We definitely did see a male harrier though.