Today’s guest picture, sent to me by her mother, shows you-know-who surprising her by suddenly peeking round the door.
The day started in familiar fashion, cold and windy and wet. I had to take my brolly with me to walk home under after I had delivered the car to the garage to get the winter tyres changed.
Mrs Tootlepedal resolved to make a dull day brighter by painting the back stairs but was foiled when the paint she had recently purchased turned out to be irretrievably lumpy.
She had to go back up to the town and this suited me, as she was able to deliver some Archive Group postcards, which we sell to raise funds, to the local paper shop which saved me another walk in the rain.
While she was out, I put another week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. I was relieved to find that it was working perfectly well this morning so yesterday’s problem must have been at the web hosting company’s server.
At some stage, the rain relented enough for me to go out to see what was going on in the garden. The most interesting thing was a very calm blackbird pecking at the coconut shell about three yards away from me.
By the time that I got back in, the blackbird had been replaced by a rook.
When I looked, the plum tree had several rooks in it.
Although rooks look rather fierce in profile, they look quite cheery when looked at full face with their fluffy haircut.
All this and a crossword took me up to lunch. This was sour dough bread and Stilton cheese, a delightful combination. The forecast offered a break from the rain for a few hours so, as I was feeling good after my lunch, I got out the fairly speedy bike and resolved to see how my legs were.
They were in an excellent mood and I enjoyed twenty miles of vigorous pedalling. The day had warmed up a fraction and the wind was noticeable but not annoying so the outing was a pure pleasure.
When I got home, the weather was still holding so I went to see if the nuthatches were still nest building.
The light wasn’t very good so having made sure that they would still be there on another occasion, I walked back home by way of the Sawmill Brig and the Kilngreen.
I passed the first really good bunch of primroses that I have seen this spring.
The Sawmill Brig, which was damaged by a falling tree in one of our winter gales, has been just repaired.
I wonder how long it will take for the new stone to blend in.
A wall nearby was glowing with orange lichen. Knowledgeable folk may say that these are blue green lichens but they look quite orange to me.
I stopped on the Kilngreen to enjoy a nougat wafer ice cream from Pelosi’s ice cream van (and some invigorating political chat with the vendor while I ate it). Mr Grumpy was not happy about the views expressed.
It grew a bit chilly so I walked on passing a preening oyster catcher…
…and two sparrows on a hedge.
I looked for fresh flowers in the garden when I got back.
When I bought some bird food yesterday, I also bought new feeders and I tried one out today. It was very popular right from the start…
…and it appealed to goldfinches who soon had it colonised.
In the evening we went off to sing with our Langholm choir. The tenors had a testing evening with some close harmonies to cope with but we enjoyed ourselves in between grimacing at our mistakes.
The flying (or possibly diving) bird of the day is one of the rooks leaving the plum tree.