Today’s guest picture’s subject was spotted in the window of what she called a ‘posh shop’ in Mayfair by my sister Susan. It must be quite posh indeed if it is selling this.
We woke to another day of undiluted blue sky. There was an additional factor though. This was the view of the green hill I walking on yesterday as seen from our garden today.
The snow wasn’t deep and had largely gone by the end of the day. There was only the merest sprinkling of snow in the town itself but it was enough to provide some seriously slippery patches of ice for the unwary pedestrian. Mrs Tootlepedal and I had to pick our steps carefully as she headed to the church…
…for a choir practice and I headed to the Archive Centre to read the meter.
With the meter read, I picked my way carefully along to the Kilngreen in pursuit of oyster catchers. There were none to be seen and I had to content myself with a passing duck or two…
…and a sedentary flock of gulls.
You can see the light sprinkling of icy snow in the picture above and I spent some time wondering whether I should put on my Yaktrax and go for a walk. I took a picture of the Kilngreen and the Meeting of the Waters while I pondered…
…and another of a view of Whita across the Esk as I walked home, still pondering…
…and then I made myself a cup of coffee while I was still trying to make my mind up and in the end I had spent so much time swithering that the opportunity had slipped past and I put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Database instead. At least I was at no risk of slipping over indoors.
While I was tapping away, I received a call from Dropscone to say that the doctors wouldn’t let him out of hospital for a day or two yet as they weren’t happy that his lung was in good enough condition. He was understandably fed up but at least it made me feel a bit better about not having risked a fall in the icy conditions.
I had a look out of the kitchen window from time to time but the feeder remained in deep shade and I had to look elsewhere to see birds.
When the feeder finally came into the light, the birds were most uncooperative and flew everywhere except into the centre of my lens.
Some bird lovers in the town have seen no goldfinches in their gardens this winter at all so I am pleased that we have small flock of regular visitors to brighten us up. They were here again today.
As usual though our stock-in-trade are the chaffinches.
After lunch, I went off to play trios with Mike and Isabel and we had an enjoyable session. We played two Telemann sonatas and two Mozart Divertimentos so we weren’t lacking in good quality stuff to play. We did our best to do the material some justice.
When I got home, I noticed a blackbird tucking into the coconut treat…
..and then I had a cup of tea with Mike Tinker, shifted some compost from Bin C to Bin D and finally enjoyed a phone conversation with a customer services person from the Archive Centre power providers.
I have formally complained about the incomprehensible bills they keep sending in spite of having many meter readings and they keep asking for more meter readings. They asked for some today. I gave them some and pointed out that their bills are incomprehensible. They sucked their teeth and said that they would get back to me. I was remarkably calm.
The International Space Station was due to fly over Langholm at tea time so we went out to look. It was a very good night for staring into the sky. I saw the moon very clearly….
…but only caught a glimpse of the space station as I had got bored and drifted off before it came.
After tea, my flute pupil Luke came and for the first time we played through all four movements of a Loeillet trio sonata which we have been practising for some time, accompanied by my computer at the harpsichord. We had to stop and restart a couple of times but we got through and were very proud of ourselves.
Our short but very welcome spell of calm, cold and sunny weather looks to be coming to an end but it has been a real pleasure to have had a few days when we weren’t in danger of being either blown away or flooded. People have been very cheerful as they walked round the town.
The flying bird of the day is a late afternoon chaffinch.