Today’s guest picture shows a fine butterfly taken just outside Charlottesville, VA. It was sent to me by Dropscone’s niece Hilary, who remarked that judging by its diet, its ancestors probably came over from Scotland during the clearances.
I had an early breakfast and filled the feeder…
My knee is no better for walking but stood up to the task of driving to Lockerbie very well. My son Alistair kindly picked me up at the station in his car and so I arrived chez Matilda with no trouble at all.
We were soon joined by Matilda’s other grandparents as well as two of her aunts and a cousin so we sat down nine strong for lunch round Al and Clare’s commodious kitchen table. As the conversation ebbed and flowed amid merry laughter, for all the world we looked liked one of those cheery commercials which show idealised Italian families having lunch in the sun while trying to sell us indifferent tomato sauces made in Wigan. We had an excellent meal with no tomato sauce at all.
Matilda had to give me a considered stare from time to time if I got out of line….
Now that Matilda can walk, she is only too eager to help around the house so after lunch she turned her hand to some reverse filing.
After her grandparents, aunts and cousin had left, we down to Al and Clare’s garden. It is the size of a pocket handkerchief but has space for some very pretty plants.
Sadly, it was soon time for me to go home and Al very kindly drove me back to the station. The train journeys both up and down were very painless as I bought a second newspaper on the way back and thus I had a crossword to do in each direction. They were just hard eno9ugh to last most of the way but easy enough to be done before I arrived. Perfect entertainment as the view from the train window was not enticing.
It was still light enough for a quick stagger round the garden when I got home.
It was not long before it was time to drive to Carlisle to pick up Mrs Tootlepedal at the station on her return from visiting her mother. Once again, my knee didn’t mind the driving at all. It was still grey and drizzly when her train arrived but she was surprisingly happy about this, as it had been far too hot for her liking in London where she had had lunch with our daughter.
It is very good to have her home again.
I managed to catch a flying siskin of a sort before I left in the morning.