Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Bruce, who is on holiday in the West Country. It shows Gold Hill in Shaftesbury in Devon. This street was the backdrop of a celebrated advertisement in the 1970s.
It was another still, dry morning and I managed to get out of bed and straight into my cycling gear. Then, in the blink of an eye (or one and a half hours in real time), I was out on my bicycle. It was pretty chilly again (6°C) and there was no sun to warm me up today but the light wind made it a very reasonable day for a pedal.
Unfortunately my legs must have been in mourning for the untimely defeat of the Scottish rugby team yesterday becuase they would only allow me to proceed at a funereal pace. Still, twenty miles is twenty miles, however long they take and today’s ride took me over 3000 miles for the year. I will be heavily reliant on some unseasonably fine weather though if I am to hit my A target of 4000 miles for the year.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal and I sawed off the last big branch of the apple tree and now only a lonely stump is left. Years ago, this tree was a perpetual target for juvenile apple thieves and on many a night, the garden would be alive with stealthy sounds and muffled whispers as the youth of the neighbourhood crept in to pick horribly unripe green apples which, if they ever actually ate them, would have given them well deserved stomach ache.
I put out some pellets for the starlings and didn’t have to wait long.
Before I got a camera with a zoom lens, I never knew that birds were so nonchalant about standing on each other.
In an effort to ease some of the aches and pains out of my grumbling legs, I had a bath after lunch and then went off to play music with Isabel. Mike, our cellist was away in Edinburgh, so Isabel and I put in some work on a new sonata for keyboard with flute and cello accompaniment by Clementi which I recently bought from a fine on-line music shop in America. We followed that with a very nice sonata for treble recorder and keyboard by Francesco Mancini.
I should add that there was a very light drizzle about lunchtime. This came as an unwelcome surprise after our excellent dry spell and it put paid to the idea of a walk in the late afternoon with Mrs Tootlepedal. The drizzle came and went but the day had got thoroughly grey and unappetising. I did manage a quick walk round the garden…
…but there wasn’t anything very exciting. I thought that the marigolds should get a little credit though for their addition of some garden colour.
My flute pupil Luke had other things to do today so I spent a quiet evening cooking a feta, tomato, pepper and potato bake for my tea and some time watching the television with Mrs Tootlepedal.
The forecast says that tomorrow will be the last calm day before our kindly high pressure system slips away and allows some wind and rain to make an appearance so I hope that I can manage to make good use of it.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.