Today’s guest picture shows the clubhouse on the famous Old Course at St Andrews. Dropscone visited the town recently (but didn’t play golf).
From the point of view of taking some useful exercise, I made a mess of today. The weather forecast had said rain, then sunshine and then rain again so I had invited Dropscone to come and have some coffee with a view to going for a pedal or walk afterwards. As it worked though, the sunshine came early and it was welcome but rather wasted as we were inside sipping coffee and eating scones while the sun was out and after Dropscone had left, the sun went too and it wasn’t long before it started to rain.
The bright early sunshine was not very helpful for photographing birds as the feeder was in shadow and was too dark but the plum tree was in the full sun and was too bright.
I could see that the fat ball cage was still popular though.
After the sun went in, it was still bright enough for bird pictures but unfortunately, the birds were in a very unhelpful mood. If there was a pair on the feeder, one or other stuck its head in a hole….
…or both turned their backs on me….
…and when it came to flying birds, they were either too quick for me…
…or crept up from round the back of the feeder…
…so I couldn’t use any of the pictures.
There isn’t much left to photograph in the garden either.
…even in a sunny moment.
So I got fed up in the end and went off to put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database.
I soon as I had started, the rain stopped and as soon as I had finished, it started again.
In the end, a brief gap in the clouds appeared and I took an umbrella and went off for a quick walk. As I crossed the suspension bridge, things looked quite promising in one direction…
…but a bit apocalyptic in the other.
I did a little window shopping and then walked on past the Kilngreen but by the time that I had got to the Sawmill Brig, the sunny weather had gone off to the south…
…and I was very glad that I had brought my umbrella with me because it was chucking it down on the bridge..
The heavy rain didn’t last for long but it stayed very gloomy and I didn’t dilly dally.
A close look at one of the trees as I walked under it on the path beside the football pitch…
…persuaded me to walk past it even more quickly next time as fungus on its trunk and at its roots….
…indicates that it might be a bit sick.
The days are really getting quite short now unless the weather is very good so there was plenty of time to practise some more singing when I got, then to follow Andy Murray’s tennis adventures and finally to catch up on a little business. ( I have ordered a bright orange tea pot. That should make the tea taste better.)
Checking on yesterday’s post, I realise that the title ‘Light headed’ might have been more than usually mystifying. This was because when I thought up the title, I was intending to mention that Mrs Tootlepedal had kindly cut my hair during the day but it had obviously made me both literally and metaphorically light headed because I forgot to include this interesting information in the actual post. I know that this would have been bothering readers so I apologise.
In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to help at the Buccleuch Centre again and I went off to sing with the Langholm choir.
We had a very good practice and I even sung some of the bits right. That is a good feeling.
The winter jasmine was the only presentable flower that I could find to be flower of the day…
…and the glimpse of the flying blue tit of the day can best be described as fleeting.