Today’s guest picture is the last of the series of Dropscone and family’s ascent of
Everest Ben Nevis. It shows that at 13.44 on 7th September 2015, his youngest son Ben was undoubtedly the highest person In Great Britain.
When I looked at the five day forecast for Langholm early yesterday, it showed rain for every day to come but happily, the forecasters had miscalculated and when I looked at the five day forecast again early today, it showed no rain for the next five days. I hope that they have got it right this time. It looks as though for once we might be in exactly the right part of the country to avoid some very changeable weather coming off the Atlantic.
I took advantage of this happy situation by nipping out for a cycle ride while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir. I didn’t go too far or too fast because it was the opening meeting of the season for our Carlisle choir today and firstly I had a venison stew to put in the slow cooker before we went out and secondly I didn’t want to be too tired to sing.
There was even a little timid sunshine to go with the lack of rain so with only light winds to contend with, I had a very enjoyable 22 miles.
I made the stew and wandered round the garden.
The bird feeder has been very busy with sparrows, chaffinches and siskins lately and today was no different.
After the stew was put into the slow cooker and I had made coffee for Mrs Tootlepedal on her return from church, I thought I ought to make good use of the fine weather by going for a very short walk in the hope of seeing something interesting.
I had a good walk but didn’t see much.
Looking down on the town from the bank above the river, I was struck by how fast the scrubby trees are growing in the middle of the houses.
I descended past these spiky remains….
…before it was time for lunch and the trip to Carlisle. We had to go early as we were helping to give out the new packs of music for this season and to take in the old packs from the last session. One of the joys of the choir is how well organised it is and we were able to get down to work as soon as the conductor arrived. As he started by working on two quite tricky pieces as far as the tenors went, I soon felt quite tired, regardless of how slowly I had pedalled in the morning. Learning a new piece when the words are in Latin is always a chore especially as the light in the church where we practise is pretty gloomy.
We had to sneak out ten minutes before the end as Mrs Tootlepedal was completing an all singing day by taking part with her church choir in a choral evensong. She was ready for her evening meal when she came in. I had made some garlic bread to go with the venison stew so we ended a busy day in fine style.
The flying bird of the day is a very determined sparrow.