Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Mary Jo from Manitoba. She was paying a visit to Vancouver when she saw this unusual example of the art of gardening.
The wind changed from east to west overnight here and brought a slight rise in the temperature and some rain to go with it. The weather also brought in some siskins who were as rude as ever to a chaffinch who dared to approach the feeder while they were on it.
With the conditions unfavourable for cycling, I was happy to have the company of Sandy and Dropscone for coffee.
Dropscone is a man of habit and always makes four scones to bring when he comes for coffee and we have two each. On this occasion, I had rung him up to say that Sandy would be in attendance too and, wonder of wonders, Dropscone appeared with six scones and there were two for us all. He revealed that this had required considerable recalculation of recipe quantities and the use of two pans but he had managed this without the sky falling in. We were very grateful.
By the time that we had eaten all the scones and drunk the coffee, the rain had stopped and after the others had gone off, I went out for a little walk.
I didn’t go for any distance but just walked up to Pool Corner….
…and walked back along the river for a few hundred yards. I was hoping for a view of a heron, a dipper or even a kingfisher but saw none of them. A helpful friend who works beside the river told me that I should come early in the morning if I wanted to see the kingfishers so I am going to make an effort, when and if the good weather comes back, to get out before breakfast to see if I have any luck.
I did admire the rain soaked moss on the wall beside the pool….
…but otherwise saw nothing to write home about.
When I got back, a rare visitor in the plum tree caught my eye.
It popped down to take a seed or two.
…but didn’t stay for long.
It started to rain again so after lunch, I took some time to catch up on a little business and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. There had been quite a controversy as to whether a shirt entered in an industrial class in the flower show of 1892 had been illicitly machine stitched. The charge was angrily denied. They really lived on the edge in those days.
When the rain cleared, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went out for another brief six mile pedal. Conditions were not very attractive with a brisk wind and lowering clouds but it was good to get out for a second day in a row. Every little helps.
In the evening, I was driven to Carlisle by Susan and we enjoyed an hour and a half of fine recorder playing with our group.
In spite of the gloomy weather, I got some good scones with a pedal and a tootle today so once again it was a case of “mustn’t grumble”.
The brambling obliged with a pose which gained it the coveted spot of flying bird of the day.