Today’s guest picture comes from my brother’s recent venture to the north of England. He likes a canal (as I do) and this is a bridge on the Lancaster canal.
We had another very welcome dry day with a brisk and chilly wind. The wind was a mixed blessing. On the plus side, it got the washing dry in double quick time and it dried out the soil in the garden too but on the minus side, it put paid to any feeble resolution of going for a cycle ride that I might have been harbouring.
I started the day with a visit to the Archive Centre to collect completed sheets for the index and to print some more out as the data miners had been hard at work last week. Then I called into the garage to arrange to have the winter tyres on the Kangoo changed for the summer ones. The kind lady at the desk looked at me, smiled sweetly and said, “That’ll make it snow next week.” I only hope that she is wrong.
Then I had a visit to the physio to see if we could get the helpful hip exercises modified so that they don’t wreck my back. She was very sympathetic to the problem and I am going to try out her suggestions for a fortnight and then go back and report.
There was time to make some sour dough bread and then some soup for lunch and then stare out of the window when I got home.
The siskins were once again being rude to the chaffinches and each other.
Chaffinches were having to fly endlessly round the feeders searching intently for a spare perch.
The chilly wind was making the tulips rather half hearted about opening their petals to the world so I concentrated on daffodils. We have a good variety out at the moment and as it was too windy to take their pictures outside, I picked a sample and brought them in.
I didn’t think that they looked their best stuck beside the kitchen sink so I took them into the front room for a set of portraits. I am still working on my indoor close up skills.
Not only do you have to set up the camera correctly but you have to take more care than I did to pick perfect specimens to photograph. I was quite pleased with the results though. They were taken with natural light coming through a window so the shadows cast by the trumpets are not too strong.
As a matter of mild interest, I should point out that the same background was used in every shot and the difference in the colour in the pictures comes from tweaking the camera settings to try to get the correct colours for the flowers.
After lunch, we went up to collect some manure for the garden and while Mrs Tootlepedal was selecting the most rotten stuff she could find, I had a wander round to visit a pond nearby that was new to me.
It is an old curling pond but as you can see it is very overgrown now. An extremely irritable heron rose from the side of the pond as I approached and flew off screeching its disgust at being disturbed.
I didn’t have time to hang around today but it looks like a spot well worth revisiting.
When we got home, I felt that I ought to make some use of a dry day so I got the scarifying machine out and scarified the middle lawn. There was no shortage of moss waiting to be dug out.
I had a look round the flower beds when I finished.
In spite of the occasional sunshine, it was too cold to persuade the tulips to open properly but one or two tried.
The day drifted quietly away after that, with a pleasant flute lesson with Luke and a tasty tea of fried egg, bacon and fried bread as an unhealthy luxury to make up for not cycling.
The flying bird of the day was a very determined chaffinch.