Today’s guest picture is from September. I needed a drop of sunshine to cheer me up so I have picked one from my sister Mary’s portfolio. It comes from a visit to Budleigh Salterton
Once again, the drumming of raindrops on the roof was the accompaniment to our breakfast but as the forecast was for dry weather in the afternoon, with a possible glimpse of the sun, I wasn’t too downhearted. The arrival of Dropscone for coffee bearing a bag of perfectly formed and good looking drop scones helped matters even more. He also brought a gift or persimmons, a fruit which I have never encountered before and one which required researching on the internet before eating.
I tried one and it tasted good but I think that they need to ripen a bit more to be at their best.
The rain eased off and the morning light wasn’t too bad so I spent a little time peering out of the kitchen window.
I changed the feeder and this brought a change in visitors.
As the plum tree sheds its leaves, the perching birds offer better photo opportunities.
An excellent crossword cheered me up even more and after lunch, a quick check on the weather forecast, which showed a mere 10% chance of rain and a spot of sunshine at four o’clock, sent me out on the slow bike, ready for a leisurely photographic pedal. Mrs Tootlepedal preferred to use the bicycle to nowhere indoors.
I was quietly confident. There had even been a half moment of brightness and the rain had stopped. Everything was set fair.
That there had been a lot of wind and rain though was not in doubt as there were few leaves in sight and plenty of water flowing over the caul at Pool Corner…
…but the larches on the bank above the river had survived the wind and rain and were looking colourful…
…and a 10% chance of rain seemed fair odds for a cyclist.
I lost. Within minutes of getting going, the other 90% had disappeared and the rain managed the whole 100%. It continued.
The wind got up.
The rain got heavier.
I got fed up.
I went home.
I stopped for two watery pictures.
When I got home after a feeble five miles, Mrs Tootlepedal was pedalling gently away while watching a forecast that promised a new and bigger storm for tomorrow night. What fun.
I retired and practised some singing.
In the evening, we went to our Langholm Sings choir meeting where some of the practice paid off but some evidently required a bit more work. It is a really good feeling though when all the parts came together. Choral singing is good for the soul.
The choir committee have had to change the original date of one of our Christmas concerts and we are now engaged in a sort of musical chairs to find a new date which suits everyone. As soon as a date is suggested, three hands go up to signal unavailability and as soon as another date is suggested, three different hands go up….and so on ad infinitum. It is quite frustrating.
Rather annoying, the stars were out when we went to the choir. Fine weather is no good when it is dark. Mrs Tootlepedal still has some bulbs left to plant for next year and we are beginning to wonder if she will ever get them into the ground.
Still, I did mange to find a flying bird in a rain free moment this morning.