Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone. He found himself with tokens which he had earned from his bank and spent them on a new camera which he took up to the golf course. A tricky lie.
As an insurance, I nipped out while I was waiting for the official scone bearer to arrive and took a couple of sunny pictures just in case.
As I took this picture of the Meeting of the Waters, where the Esk and the Ewes join, I noticed a good supply of gulls lurking on the Kilngreen. I wondered if they would still be there later in the day.
I went down to the suspension bridge and couldn’t resist the allure of the church, snugly wrapped in the contrasting foliage around it.
We had just sat down when we received a summons from Mrs Tootlepedal, who was in the garden, to see something a bit out of the ordinary. We leapt up, rushed out and saw this.
We hope it landed safely as it was being blown towards the hills at a brisk pace.
After Dropscone left on his way to a golf lesson, I got the slow bike out and pedalled off to the Kilngreen to see if the gulls were still hanging about.
They were hanging about quite literally.
Jim, an old friend and his wife were entertaining a grandchild by feeding the ducks and this had caused the gulls great excitement and they were flying all over the place. When I put my camera up to try to catch the scene, Jim was amazed that I should be photographing something so ordinary as a gull. I showed him some of the shots on the rear screen of the camera and he had to admit that perhaps there was more to a gull than he had thought.
I love the gulls here. Their flight is most elegant and from my point of view, the lack of flapping when they are flying is a very good thing.
My confidence that the day would stay fine was well founded and I set out after lunch to do twenty four miles in two twelve mile laps while Mrs Tootlepedal addressed urgent business in the garden.
The wind was quite noticeable but since it was behind me on the way out to the top of Callister, cycling was an unmitigated pleasure. The sun disappeared behind some inconvenient clouds just as I turned for home and cycling back downhill into the wind was a great deal chillier than the outward journey.
I stopped when I got home to check on Mrs Tootlepedal’s work in the garden and she told me that she had planted over 60 bulbs while I was pootling about. That makes over 100 bulbs planted so far but there are still another 100 to go over the next few days. There should be a good show in springtime.
I left her to it and went off to do my second lap. I arrived at the top of the hill about half a minute earlier than the first lap but this reflected a slight increase in helpful wind speed more than anything else and I had to pedal like the clappers to get back down at the same speed as the before. I just managed this which pleased me a lot. I have been accused by a reader of being a bit obsessive about time and speed but when you frequently cycle over the same roads, it is these little differences which make life more interesting (or depressing, if things don’t go well).
I was concentrating so hard on the pedalling that I didn’t stop to take any pictures. This will be a relief to busy readers.
In the evening, my flute pupil Luke came and we enjoyed playing a variety of duets. He is continuing to improve steadily all the time and puts up with my nagging with great hood humour.
The other two members of our usual Monday night trio are away so I enjoyed a quiet night in.
The flying bird of the day is one of those gulls.