Today’s guest picture shows the Adam Bridge at Kedleston Hall, which my sister Mary visited with my sister Susan and my brother Andrew recently. (A description of their visit can be found on Susan’s blog.)
We had another grey and windy day today but, as a small consolation, it was a few degrees warmer than it has been. It didn’t tempt me out on my bicycle though and I was happy to dawdle over the newspapers after breakfast and then welcome Sandy in for a cup of coffee.
Before Sandy arrived, I had a gentle tour of the flowerbeds, even though the poor light and windy conditions made photography a bit hit or miss.
I couldn’t resist a return to two pretty favourites.
After lunch though, the tempo of the day increased and I put two weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database in short order and then went out into the garden to see what there was to do.
Mrs Tootlepedal is busy putting the shrubs along the back fence into some sort of order so there was plenty of shredding to do and a little compost sieving gave me some simple pleasure and Mrs Tootlepedal the chance to enrich the soil in a flower bed. Finally, I had a quick trim of the drying green.
The rain had been threatening all day without amounting to more than a single short shower so after the gardening, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to visit the same bridge at Westwater as we had yesterday. We stuck to the road this time and didn’t pedal over any steep hills on the way. There was a faint drizzle for the whole nine miles but it was so faint that it didn’t get us wet.
It did cramp my use of Pocketcam and I only stopped for one picture of some very striking yarrow,
We were talking to Mike Tinker outside the house just before we set off and we almost had to duck as two low flying military aircraft zoomed over the rooftops. They were so low that even Pocketcam could catch one of them.
We had hardly cycled 300 yards before they appeared again, obviously having done a handbrake turn, and flew over us in the opposite direction. They were well below the top of our surrounding hills and made off up the Ewes valley. I hope that the pilots were concentrating.
In the evening, I went off with Sandy to the Archive Centre where we put another couple of weeks of the index into the database. We were amused to discover that the opening act at a new hall, converted from a furniture maker’s workshop into a place of public entertainment in 1890, was a troupe of performing Mexican donkeys. They really knew how to have fun in those days.
We had to have a glass of wine afterwards to recover.
The flying bird of the day is sparrow.