Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent, Venetia, who saw something a bit bigger than a chaffinch out of her kitchen window.
The weather people seem to take a sort of morbid pleasure in making our flesh creep with forecasts of doom and gloom. Once again they were overly pessimistic and, having prepared ourselves mentally for a cold and windy day, we had to readjust to a calm and reasonably warm day instead. Perhaps their policy is always to err on the dark side so that we will be happy when things turn out better than we thought but it does make planning ahead a lottery. Still, mustn’t grumble.
Still, the kindly weather let Mrs Tootlepedal do a power of work in the garden in the morning and I mowed the greenhouse grass with great care and attention.
I took a walk round the garden after breakfast.
I was meandering through the crossword indoors when Mrs Tootlepedal came in and alerted me to a foreign body on the lawn. I went out at speed.
Meanwhile, I went back in and looked out of the kitchen window.
As well as birds, there are always flowers to look at through the window too.
…before having a quiet sit in front of the telly watching some motor racing until Mrs Tootlepedal summoned me out for another cycle ride.
Although it was cloudy, it was still an excellent cycling day with surprisingly light winds so we set out to bicycle to Enzieholm Bridge and back, a 15 mile trip.
Unlike yesterday’s ride, this was quite a hilly effort in places….
…and affords some fine views along the way.
We went at a steady pace, keeping an eye out for interesting flowers beside the road. Although we had nothing like yesterday’s spectacular array of Sweet Rocket, there was still plenty to please and intrigue the eye.
From Bentpath, we cycled up the back road past Georgefield….
We stopped at the bridge at Enzieholm for half a banana and a finger of Kit Kat each…
There were more treats on the way. Just past Georgefield, Mrs Tootlepedal’s sharp eye spotted a single flower.
A few yards further on, my eye was taken by this burst of colour.
We stopped once more to take a picture of a flower that we had noticed on the way out and couldn’t name. Research at home indicated that it was a rattle. Mrs Tootlepedal also noticed that the silverweed beside the road had some little flowers.
All in all, it was a very interesting ride and although we didn’t break any speed records as we idled along, we were very satisfied when we got home.
Once in, I set about looking at the pictures which I had taken and Mrs Tootlepedal went off to do some more gardening, She is making the most of the good weather.
In the evening, we went to the Buccleuch Centre to hear a French chanteuse called Flossie Malavialle. She has lived in the north east of England for many years and has a delightfully mixed accent now. She has a very lovely voice, an excellent technique and a very varied programme. Tonight she sang songs by Abba, Beth Neilson Chapman, Paul McCartney, Tom Waits, Jacques Brel and Edith Piaf among many others and did them all justice. She is able to vary her style to suit the song and I thoroughly enjoyed the evening.
My enjoyment would have been total if she had talked a little less between songs and sung a little more but she is a teacher by profession so her anxiety to explain everything very clearly (and sometimes twice) is quite natural.
Catching a flying bird these days is a tricky business and this shot of coming and going was the best that I managed today.