Today’s guest picture shows a room with a view. It was captured by Venetia while on holiday in Corrèze. She seems to have had plenty of interesting things to look at while she was inn France.
I did manage to some useful work in the garden instead. I mowed the middle lawn and the grass paths on the front lawn too. Then I raked one of the potential wild flower areas in the front lawn to try to get rid of as much moss as possible.
Having cast a critical eye on the state of health of the middle lawn, I gave the more pathetic parts of it a dose of liquid fertiliser. I don’t expect to see much growth though until we get some warm weather.
I moved a couple more barrowfuls of compost from Bin A to Bin C but I have not included a photograph of this to avoid excessive excitement among the readership.
I ended the work with a good session of shredding of Mrs Tootlepedal’s spring prunings.
I wouldn’t like to pretend that this was continuous work as it was interrupted by periods of contemplation, crossword solving, sitting and thinking, lunch and sitting without thinking…..and taking a few pictures in the garden.
Still, there are bees about which is encouraging.
Because of the work in the garden, there were not a great many birds to be seen today but the usual suspects were about.
During the day, Mrs Tootlepedal moved the old feeder from the elder to protect her flowerbed underneath and put it back on the pole outside the kitchen window. This didn’t discourage the goldfinches.
The school lies across the road from the river Esk…
Both Mrs Tootlepedal and I remarked that on a pleasant evening at this time of year, Eskdalemuir can easily be mistaken for Shangri-la. It is a different matter though in the midst of winter when the winds are raging and the snow is falling. Then it can be mistaken for hell.
The managers of the Hub had organised a day of music and I was there to contribute a little by playing some simple duets with my flute pupil Luke. Luke was in very good form and not least because we adopted very sensible tempos, we played our pieces well and got rewarded with a warm round of applause. I was very pleased for Luke who had practised hard and was touched to see that his playing had moved his proud grandmother, who was in the audience, to tears.
We didn’t stay to listen to more music but drove gently home by the road down the other bank of the river. It is one of the benefits of living in a less prosperous area of the country that we didn’t meet a single car on our 26 mile round trip. In fact, I was able to sop in the middle of the road near Hopsrig and take a couple of pictures on our way home.
We will have a busy day of singing tomorrow with a rehearsal for our Carlisle choir and the second concert with our Langholm choir.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch. It is not a good picture but I have used it anyway because I love the arc that a goldfinch’s wings make when they are fully extended.