Today’s guest picture comes from a visit to Nottingham Castle by my brother Andrew. No sign of the sheriff.
For the first time in a while, I had a good night’s sleep and woke refreshed and invigorated. It hardly needs saying that the weather gods had a really good laugh at this and made it rain from morning until night.
It was a thoroughly depressing day meteorologically speaking but I enjoyed myself in a very quiet sort of way in spite of it.
I sneaked out in a light drizzle to snap some raindrops.
That was the high spot of the morning and luckily the afternoon was provided with rich entertainment in the form of a very exciting stage of the Tour de France and if you want to see something really out of the usual, try to find a clip of Chris Froome speeding down the last hill of the day (Stage 8).
I did occasionally look out of the kitchen window but with the town firmly in the grip of low cloud, the light wasn’t very helpful.
And that was the total excitement for the day. It felt more like midwinter than midsummer but to be fair, it was almost warm enough for the time of year.
The forecast offers us some cool but sunny weather next week so in the meantime, we can look forward to that.
The flower of the day is a vase of cornflowers in the kitchen. Mrs Tootlepedal has some in her ‘cutting garden’ and they certainly brightened a dull day up.
The flying bird of the day is a suitably gloomy siskin.