Today’s guest picture shows a small host of signs of spring seen in Regent’s park by my sister Mary.
We had a day when more often than not, a gentle rain was falling. Sometimes it was so gentle that it was difficult to tell whether it actually was raining or not and sometimes it wasn’t raining at all.
I walked up to the town after breakfast carrying an umbrella and it was hard to decide whether to look foolish by having the umbrella up when it wasn’t really raining or look foolish by carrying an umbrella and not putting it up when it was raining. I tried a bit of both.
This state of affairs was probably explained by the 95% humidity which lasted all day. This might also explain why the light wasn’t very good for taking photographs even though it seemed quite bright.
There were occasional glimpses of sunshine and of greenfinches…sometimes at the same time.
In one of the drier spells, Mrs Tootlepedal and I nipped out into the garden where she has been clearing some brambles from an untidy patch round the back of the house. We collected her clippings and put them through the shredder. Compost Bin A is now pretty full as a result of the early season tidy up so I took a barrowful of rough compost out of Bin D and this went on a border, mainly to provide a bit of nourishment for the box hedge.
The compost in Bin D was looking good after a few dry days so I sieved another barrowful and that went into the store to go on the vegetable beds in due course. There is a small amount left in Bin D and when that has gone, I will start the process of Bin C >Bin D, Bin B>Bin C and Bin A > Bin B and the whole process will start again. I love compost.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to the monthly meeting of the Embroiderers’ Guild and I got ready to go out for a bike ride. As I started to get changed, I heard the rain tapping on the skylights. However, it was very light so I set off for a workout in the ‘outdoor gym’.
The wind was noticeable enough and the rain light enough that when I was riding with the wind behind me, it didn’t appear to be raining at all but when I changed direction, it felt quite wet.
I was considering giving up after two laps as it felt rather damp and cold but the skies cleared and I set off for a third lap. I took a picture at the furthest extent of my ride to show the pleasantly dry road….
…and it promptly started to rain again and the last three miles home scored -1 on the 0 to 10 scale of having fun.
Still, it was good to get out and stretch the legs for the fifth time in eight days so I shouldn’t grumble.
When we were both home, Mrs Tootlepedal set about cooking a ham hock for our tea and I settled down to watch Scotland play Wales at rugby. Mrs Tootlepedal’s cooking turned out a lot better than the rugby.
After tea, I got an encouraging report on Dropscone’s progress from his daughter Susan who had visited him in hospital. While not singing and dancing just yet, he is at least able to get up and walk about gently which is cheering. I hope to visit him tomorrow.
I should remark that we haven’t been visited by a named storm for several days now and there is no sign of one in the immediate future so we are feeling quite perky about the weather in spite of warnings of sleet and ice.
The (just) flying bird of the day is departing goldfinch.