Today’s guest picture shows Mrs Tootlepedal’s nephew Julian near the summit of the famous Alpe d’Huez. He was taking part in the second year of a stupendous fund raising cycle event with family and friends which has raised hundreds of thousands of pounds for a cancer charity over the past two years. The amount of climbing they did every day makes my knees hurt just thinking about it.
I didn’t climb any mountains today. In fact the only mountain that I saw was a mountain of drop scones brought round by you know who to go with the morning coffee. I should have been cycling and not sipping and nibbling because the although the morning was grey, chilly and windy, it was a lot better than the afternoon which was grey, chilly, windy and wet as well.
Still, all this let me get another week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and prepare myself for going to Brampton in the evening to conduct the community choir there.
It was not a day for wandering round the neighbourhood (or even the garden) taking pictures though I did mange to mow the front lawn before the rain started.
I spent a little time looking out of the window through the gloom.
I took one quick wander around after going off to get some supplies from our corner shop.
Fortunately, Scotland were playing Japan in the Rugby World Cup in the afternoon and I was able to sit out the miserable weather while watching the game. To the chagrin of many commentators, Scotland won quite easily in the end.
While I sheltered myself from the rain indoors, the blue and coal tits used the new feeder to keep dry for a moment or two.
In the evening, I drove down to Brampton, 23 miles away, to visit the choir there. They have two applicants for the job of conductor and each of us is being given an interview and then 45 minutes to do a bit of conducting. It was my turn tonight and the other candidate goes next week. Then the choir will vote for their choice. While I was doing this, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing with our Langholm Choir.
I hope for better weather tomorrow and a chance to take some more interesting pictures than today.
At least the flying bird of the day makes a change from the usual chaffinches. A fleeting glimpse of a blue tit in the rain is in the frame instead.