Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone’s sister Liz and shows the beach at Cromer in Norfolk which she visited last month while on a walking holiday.
Very stiff winds put all thoughts of an early morning pedal out of my mind and I did a little shopping instead and then had the pleasure of eating some of Dropscone’s scones while we chatted over our coffee. We also had a tasty slice or two of cake. This had been a gift to Dropscone but it had currants in it and he tells me that his children won’t eat cake with currants, apparently in case it poisons them. They are otherwise quite intelligent people but their loss was my gain.
After Dropscone left to get ready to play golf, I did a little light mowing and a touch of dead heading before going back inside. My good (unoperated on) knee was a bit sore so I didn’t want to tax it too much.
I set the camera up on a tripod at the kitchen window and took a few bird pictures. It is certainly easier to have the camera on a tripod as my shoulders are a bit sore at the moment too and holding the camera with the zoom lens on steady for any length of time is a trial. Even with the tripod though, the light wasn’t very good as we have lost all vestige of summer weather except for very brief moments.
There are a number of golden box balls in the garden…
..and as we are at the time when they need clipping, I went out again and clipped a couple. This one ended looking quite spherical which was pleasing as I don’t have the best eye for getting them right.
Today was the day of the first ride out of the year, the start of the two week build up to our Common Riding. I had planned to walk up a hill after lunch and see the horseman galloping across the countryside but by this time my knee was really sore and I had quite a bit of difficulty just walking the half mile up the road to the Auld Stane Brig. Still, it was worth the effort. Watching a ride out is a bit like watching a bicycle race. First you get marshals and then you get the police…
Like a bike race, the horsey equivalent of the peleton soon passes by and disappears into the distance.
There were spikes….
I have had a lot of trouble trying to get sharp pictures of wild nettles but I have come to the conclusion that this is not just incompetence but chiefly because the nettles themselves are so fuzzy that the camera just can’t cope.
I was just about to pass another wild flower of no special interest when some odd colour caught my eye.
One of which posed for a close up.
I stopped at Pool Corner to look at the slow worms dancing and a rosebay willow herb looking delicate.
I need Mrs Tootlepedal to be on hand to help me name the flowers. She is still staying with her mother for a few days.
The ornamental clover is looking wonderful and a close up reveals once again that things are more complex than they may seem on the surface.
My knee was quite sore enough to put paid to any scheme which didn’t involve sitting down when I finally got inside so I sat down and stayed there until it was time to cook my tea. I don’t know whether the sore knee is a delayed result of falling down the hole two weeks ago or whether it a side effect of the pills which I have recently started taking. We will see what a little rest does and that should give me a clue.
After tea, I went out with my neighbour Margaret to the Buccleuch Centre. The Centre has recently become part of the live screening scheme which beams plays, operas, ballets and concerts into cinemas all round the country. Tonight was their first screening so we were all a bit nervous about whether the satellite technology would work well but everything went like clockwork.
The show we saw was André Rieu’s live 2015 concert in Maastrict. His billing describes him as “The King Of Waltz” and his concerts are a feast of light classical music laced with operatic arias, sentimental choruses and interesting guests (70 Romanian pan pipers and dancers and a 1920s style close harmony Germany singing group tonight).
The effect is akin to sitting in a warm bubble bath, drinking wine and being pelted with marshmallows and it was altogether delightful. Everything is done to make you feel happy. The ladies in his orchestra are dressed in elegantly puffy ball gowns in pastel shades, all the players are allowed to show that they are enjoying their playing by smiling and interacting, the audience are encouraged to join in, the staging is brilliantly colourful and André Rieu himself is a charming and witty host. It would take a heart of stone not to enjoy the performance. I don’t have a heart of stone so this was right up my street and tears of joy and laughter coursed down my cheeks at many moments during the evening.
As some of you will know, I usually regard any concert of more than and hour and a half as an affront to people’s patience but this one lasted three hours and was not a moment too long.
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