Today’s guest picture, shot by my Newcastle correspondent’s husband Mario, shows a small fortune in guano being sat on by guillemots on the Farne Islands.
It was a very middling sort of day today after a chilly night. It was neither too hot nor too cold, there was neither sun nor rain, it didn’t tempt you out much but it didn’t make you want to stay in.
In the end, I stayed in to entertain Dropscone to coffee in the morning, put on a jumper and did some gardening after that and then went for a short cycle ride in the afternoon. All in all, I put a middling day to middling use.
Dropscone’s pleasure in his golf has been slightly dimmed by an occasional outbreak of shanking, a condition where instead of going down the middle like it should, your ball shoots sharply off to the right and dives into the nearest bush, burn or bunker. I was much afflicted by this myself and it is one of the reasons that I don’t much miss playing golf now that I have stopped. He is soldiering bravely on.
I mixed my gardening with photography.
We have loud show offs….
Mrs Tootlepedal is in full planting out mode so I sieved a little compost as my contribution and it went to help 50 leeks on their way. I also did some light mowing and helped straighten a wooden plank at the side of a raised bed which, like me, had collapsed a little with old age.
Then it was time for lunch.
It was rather a gloomy day as far as the light went and I didn’t spend much time looking out of the kitchen window. The only bird picture from the morning was a blackbird who was watching me in the garden.
In the afternoon, I had a cautious look at the weather forecast and ventured out for a familiar 22 mile ride to Gair and back. In the event, conditions were very good for cycling with enough wind to make things interesting without being annoying and a perfect cycling temperature.
I took a few pictures with my phone as I went.
On my way back, I passed Mrs Tootlepedal who was on a short pedalling excursion of her own. I had time for a walk round the garden when I got home. There was nothing outstanding but I liked the gentle colour of this comfrey..
…and I couldn’t resist a second look at this morning’s pink rose.
The evening was devoted to music. First my flute pupil Luke came and we played some enjoyable duets and then after tea, I went off to play trios with Mike and Isabel. As usual, we had a most enjoyable time and if we started off playing a little more accurately than we finished, who can blame us. Playing good music is hard work.
The flying bird of the day is one of those expensive sparrows.