Today’s guest picture comes from my brother and shows two of his venerable sisters discussing a very interesting blog over breakfast while they were visiting him. (This is an entirely spontaneous moment and there is no element of artificial posing in this picture.)
Our fine weather took leave of absence for a while today and, after a night of rain, it was still raining in the morning so Dropscone had to drive round with the scones rather than cycle as he usually does.
I spent some time, when not drinking coffee and scoffing scones, preparing some cards for sale for the benefit of the Archive Group funds. It is amazing how long this takes between printing the pictures, printing the cards and gluing them together and then putting the result into a little pack with an envelope. I enjoy doing it though and it is always nice when you find that a card has been sold.
While waiting for ink and glue to dry, I had time to look out of the window. Towards lunchtime, the weather brightened up a bit but there were still spots of rain about..
We are beginning to get regular visits from starlings.
A single goldfinch appeared with no sign of any youngsters….
…before going off to the High Street to take my turn in the Information Hub there. It was slightly annoying that it was at this moment that the weather took a decided turn for the better but such is life.
There was an art exhibition by the local art club on display in the hub and although it is not a big room, the display looked very attractive and I hope the camera club will have a show there soon. I didn’t have many tourists to keep informed (one to be precise) but luckily there was an art club member there so at least I had someone to talk to and this helped to pass the time.
When I shut up, the sun was shining brightly and as I had Pocketcam with me, I decided to take a diversion round the Kilngreen and Castleholm on my way home.
I could have waded across the Ewes and got on to the Castleholm through this gate….
I don’t usually take pictures of other people’s garden as it seems a bit rude to steal their beauty but I felt that Jim’s dahlias deserved a wider audience than just those who walk down Walter Street.
After a quick cup of tea, I set off to Carlisle Station for the big event of the day, the return of Mrs Tootlepedal. She arrived only a few minutes late and we drove home safely and got back in perfect time for a plate of ragu and tagliatelle.
I am a very cheerful person.
The flying bird of the day, caught in the gloomy morning rain, is a sparrow.