Today’s guest picture is a screen shot of the Met Office website forecast for Langholm. They used to give you five days at a go but now they give you seven days at once so you can see even more rainy days at the same time. This is a real treat.
The bit that says that it is not raining on Friday night (tonight) is a fib. The weather is so changeable that it is hard to put much faith in the forecast as far as rain and shine goes but you can see a remarkable consistency in the wind. The speed given there is the base speed and the gusts are anything up to 50 mph so I don’t see much cycling being done in the next week.
We were listening to an interesting programme on the wireless last night about circadian rhythms* and the baleful effect that night shift working has on your health. It is so gloomy that at the moment that we are living in a sort of permanent night shift and we are feeling it.
*A circadian rhythm is any biological process that displays an
endogenous, entrainable oscillation of about 24 hours. I thought that you might like to know that.
You will gather that is was another foul day today with strong winds and persistent rain. The only happy things about were a sparrowhawk…
…which was able to sneak in under cover of the roaring wind and take not one but two little birds in the course of the morning…
…and a pheasant which was strutting its stuff outside our back window.
It strutted right….
It was probably happy because it wasn’t being shot at. We could hear the reports of the pheasant shooters’ guns echoing round the town in the afternoon. I don’t often feel sorry for pheasant shooters but they would be hard pushed to be having any fun at all while standing in a field getting wet in a gale.
The pheasant’s pleasure at not being shot at might have been modified by the driving rain whistling past its head.
My morning was brightened by Dropscone arriving with treacle scones at coffee time and my evening was brightened by Mike and Alison appearing so I got some enjoyable music played.
In between, things were quiet. Very quiet. I did go for a fifty minute cycle ride but as this was the view…..
…for the whole fifty minutes, it couldn’t be described as very exciting…..though I did listen to some good music from the Cambridge Folk festival while I was busy going nowhere.
Mrs Tootlepedal was a bit bored as well so she put in a shift cooking a leek, red pepper, walnut and ricotta roulade for our tea. It turned out well.
I may get more exciting meals if the weather forecast turns out to be correct.
It wasn’t a day for taking the camera outside and the sparrowhawk and the wind kept attendance at the feeder down to the minimum so there are no more photos and the flying bird of the day is a bit of a cheat.