Today’s guest picture is another interesting thing encountered on her walk with her family through Plessey Woods by my Newcastle correspondent, Fiona.
There was a moment of glorious sunshine today but unfortunately for a late riser like myself, it was before breakfast and by the time that I was ready for the world it had turned grey. At 2°C it was even colder than it has been of late so I was more than happy to welcome Dropscone (with scones) round for a cup of coffee or two.
What happened subsequently was entirely his fault. He and a friend decided to play golf and as a result, it promptly started sleeting and snowing and then kept this up for the rest of the day until early evening.
This is cause and effect. I took the winter tyres off our car and the weather instantly took a turn for the worse. We bought a barbecue one year and it rained for the whole of the summer. We just never learn.
The snow didn’t put off the birds who arrived at the feeder in force all day.
I had to fill the feeders twice.
Some birds had to look carefully to find an empty perch.
I put some time into making a sour dough loaf and by lunchtime, this was the view out of the window.
The snow came and went but the birds kept on coming…
Mrs Tootlepedal and I got in the car and headed south. It was snowing as we left and when we got to Carlisle, it was raining there.
On our way, we took my speedy bike into bike shop to get a new chain and cassette fitted and then we continued into Carlisle for a bit of routine shopping.
When we got home, the rain eased off for a moment so I popped out and took a picture which reflected the day pretty well.
The snow didn’t even have the decency to give the hills a proper covering, just a miserable grey sprinkling. It was a day with no redeeming features.
Oddly enough, when I leaned over the Town Bridge after taking that picture, there was a good number of birds flitting over the surface of the river, obviously finding insects to eat in the rain. I just caught one in the corner of a frame by pointing the camera and hoping.
I thought they might be swallows at first but they were very brown in colouring when seen from straight above so I am open to suggestions. House martins?
When I got home, our resident birds were as busy as ever.
Having seen a recipe in a handy booklet. Mrs Tootlepedal made us some falafels for tea which made a change from our usual diet.
Then Susan arrived and I went off for my second trip of the day to Carlisle, this time to play with our recorder group.
In spite of a very gloomy forecast, the rain and snow stayed away and we had an uneventful drive and an excellent play when we got there.
The forecast for tomorrow is much the same as the forecast for today. Sigh.
The flying bird of the day is a siskin.