Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s Lake District trip and shows the path to Easedale Tarn.
If only I could have persuaded myself to get up at 6 o’clock when I opened my eyes to see strong sunshine outside, I would have been able to make the best of the day. As it was, my eyes snapped shut again and by the time that I got up, the weather was trying to break all records for the number of sharp showers in a single day.
The short spells of brilliant sunshine between the showers made this all the more annoying. Every time the rain stopped, it looked as though summer had come but fifteen minutes later, the clouds were back, the wind gusted, the temperature dropped and the next shower was on its way.
I started the day with a visit to fill up the Moorland feeders and while I was lurking in the hide for half an hour, two showers passed over. All the same, I had a very entertaining time as the glade was the arena for six woodpeckers to chase each other up and down the trees and on and off the feeders.
Mostly they were half hidden by branches or too quick for me but from time to time, I was able to catch them at work.
There were a few other birds about.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal was trying to get some useful gardening done in between the showers and was pleased to have managed to uproot a considerable amount of creeping buttercup, one of the banes of her gardening life.
I found a couple, of breaks in the rain to finish shifting the last of the compost from Bin C to Bin D.
In the sunny spells, there was quite a bit of colour in the garden. The rhododendrons are working hard.
Less showy flowers are to be seen too.
In the garden, I saw a great tit….
Finally, later in the afternoon, there seemed to be enough stability in the weather to let me out for a short stroll and I ventured round Gaskell’s Walk with one eye on the wild flowers and the other on some looming clouds. I wisely didn’t spend too much time looking for photo opportunities and got back home before the rain started again but I did see a few things along the way.
It was time for a cup of tea with Mike Tinker who was visiting Granny when I got home and not long afterwards, Mike and Frankie, Mrs Tootlepedal’s brother and sister-in-law, returned from their short holiday in Troon and Mull. They hadn’t enjoyed the best of weather but a reunion with old friends and the scenery had made the trip worthwhile.
In the evening, Granny took us all out for an excellent farewell meal at the Douglas Hotel as she is going to go home with Mike and Frankie tomorrow. We will be sorry to see her go and hope to see her again next year.
More wind and rain is forecast for the next few days. I was hoping for a few more bike miles before the end of May but it will take a mighty big (and improbable) effort to get me out in these conditions.
The flying bird of the day is that jay from the Moorland Feeders.