Today’s guest picture comes from my neighbour Gavin who is on holiday in Jersey. This is the Corbiere lighthouse.
As it was Sunday today, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir and I made a lamb stew in the slow cooker. There had been some sunny moments while I cooked so I was going to go for a cycle ride when I had finished but it started to pour with rain so I rang up Sandy and invited him down for a cup of coffee instead.
Before I started the cooking, I had a quick excursion into the garden with a particular interest in seeing if I could find blackbirds eating rowan berries. There were seven in the tree when I went out…
…but they flew off when they saw me and I had to wait for some time for one to come back.
I looked at flowers in the kitchen garden while I waited.
The blackbirds who came back did eat the berries but not in a convenient place for me….
…so I went back in to do the cooking.
While I cooked, I kept an eye on the bird feeder.
Sandy brought my pictures back from the agricultural show. I had won a first and two thirds and he had won a first so we were both pleased. A fellow member of our camera club had carried off the main prize, probably because she had taken more good pictures than us. I had won the black and white class. I don’t usually do well in black and white and on this occasion the winning picture (of a cow in a pond) had only been taken in black and white by accident as I hadn’t checked the camera settings properly. I am not sure what that proves.
While I was chatting to Sandy, I might have let my eye rudely stray to the feeder from time to time.
When Sandy had gone, the rain stayed away enough to let me mow the middle lawn and look at some late roses.
The dahlias looked good in a brief sunny spell.
And I am always pleased to find a white poppy among the pinks and reds.
I went back to the kitchen garden to wait for some blackbirds and whiled away a moment or two by looking at a splendid Michaelmas daisy which Mrs Tootlepedal acquired and is growing experimentally…
…but which at five to six feet tall my be too big for a flower bed.
The mint is looking very cheerful.
I became more cheerful too when some better placed blackbirds arrived.
The berries are going down very well.
After lunch, I mowed the front lawn and then we went off to Carlisle to sing with our community choir and once again it was a real pleasure to sit at the feet of Andrew, our effervescent conductor. His energy seems to be never ending and it transfers to us so we give of our best. It was good to be back.
When we got home, the slow cooked lamb stew was garnished with courgette fritters, courtesy of Mrs Tootlepedal, and this rounded of a day that was better than the showery weather deserved.
I have spent some time adding pictures and commentary to the brief phone post about our second day in Marseille and those interested can find the post here.
The flying bird of the day is one of the busy sparrows.