In the absence of a genuine guest picture of the day, Mrs Tootlepedal’s current sampler modestly takes the stage to head up today’s post.
We had the best day for what seems like months for cycling today. Temperatures were safely above freezing, winds were light and several rays of sunshine were to be seen. What was to stop me getting out on the bike and having fun? Quite a lot, as it happened.
The morning was spent in the Information Hub not giving information to anyone because no one came into to ask for it, the afternoon was spent playing trios with Mike and Isabel and I might have got out after that but I had to wait in for a call from the Archive Group power provider. It never came.
There have been so few good days that it was really unfortunate that one should come along when my diary was full. Still, Dropscone dropped in to help while away the time while I was not giving tourists information, the afternoon playing was really enjoyable and I managed to sneak out for a walk after the phone call didn’t come so I had a good day in spite of everything.
I had time to look out of the window before I went up to the High Street after breakfast. I was rewarded by two less familiar birds popping in. A brambling perched in the plum tree…
…and a dunnock looked at the coconut on the bench.
When I got back at lunchtime, the sun was out and so was Mrs Tootlepeda. She was busy in the garden so I picked up a fork and shifted a lot of the compost from Bin A into Bin B. This was just in time, because Mrs Tootlepedal’s tidying up is producing a great deal of material to go into Bin A the moment it is emptied.
I did take a moment to enjoy one of the early crocuses which had opened up as soon as the sun hit it.
As you can see, the crocuses are carrying the memory of yesterday’s rain and the snowdrops are looking rather battered too when you get close to them.
The sun was shining brightly and at this time of year and at this time of day, bright sunshine is a mixed blessing for the flying bird fancier.
The heads of the birds always seemed to find a bit of shadow and the wings always caught the brightest sunshine and burned out…
…no matter how often I tried. Perching birds were easier.
After lunch, I went off to play trios and we interspersed the playing with a little political discussion to give me a chance to get a breather every now and again. Music and politics… what could be more fun?
When I got home, I pitched a little more compost about and I should be able to finish the job tomorrow, weather permitting.
More crocuses had come out in the sun…
…and a solitary winter aconite had appeared as well.
As well as new growth, I enjoyed this skeleton from last year.
Once I was certain that the power company wasn’t going to honour their commitment to get back to me within a certain time, I went out for a short walk. The sun was going to rest after a days hard work.
I walked along the river….
..which was already in shadow. Two oyster catchers were standing on the stony shore beside the flowing waters.
I walked over the Town Bridge and along to the Meeting of the Waters…
…happy enough to be strolling along without the need for hat and gloves for once.
Mr Grumpy was supervising the ducks on the Kilngreen.
A duck and an oyster catcher flew past me….
…but Mr Grumpy was unmoved.
I walked on round the new path on the Castleholm and across the Jubilee Bridge. There was a schools football match going on as I went round the artificial pitch on the Scholars’ Field, a good sign that the days are getting long enough now for normal life to resume after the winter.
My flute pupil Luke came in the evening and we enjoyed a thorough work out. He continues to improve every week. This very satisfactory.
The flying bird of the day is the one chaffinch that just kept its head out of the shadows.