Today’s guest picture comes from Mrs Tootlepedal and shows a view of the Thames at Marlow taken from a landing stage near her mother’s house.
We had another grey day today, a bit cooler than of late but still dry and calm and above freezing. It might have been a day for a pedal or a walk but I was fully occupied on other things.
For a couple of days our water has been ‘discoloured’ as the water suppliers describe it, following a repair to a water main some way out of town. We describe it as ‘dirty’ and don’t like the look of it for drinking. It also makes you wonder about the advisability of putting this dirty water through the boiler to get hot water so bathing and showering have not been on the menu
My neighbour Liz and I both rang up for advice and we were told to run a cold tap for an hour which, they said, should clear the dirt out of the system. We both did that and it did improve things a bit but by the evening, there was still quite a lot of unwelcome colour in the water. The water company has provided drinking water in bottles but clean water out of the tap would be better. We hope for improvement tomorrow.
As well as fussing about this, I put a sausage and bean cassoulet together for the slow cooker and this left me with little time to peer out of the window.
There weren’t many birds about when I did look out. Sometimes there was a pair of headless goldfinches…
…and sometimes there was a pair with heads.
And at one exciting moment, there were three at the same time.
But it was a quiet day for birds.
I didn’t have time to wait around for things to get better as I had to drive to Carlisle for the Community Choir concert there.
I should more accurately have said ‘concerts’ as we trooped off to sing three songs to unsuspecting passers by in the Market Place before going back to St Cuthbert’s Church…
…for a final rehearsal. As the rehearsal started at about two o’clock and finished at ten to four and then the concert started at four o’clock, I was more than a little tired by the end of the performance.
The choir sang well and the large audience (the organisers cleverly include a local primary school choir in the programme) received us well. I would get more satisfaction from concerts though if I was able to sing the songs without having to concentrate so fearfully hard and if I could avoid making two or three mistakes which weigh on the spirit a bit. Still, I am getting better each year so maybe by next year, I will be able to put in a more satisfactory effort.
It was dark by the time we came out and I passed on the chance of tea and biscuits after the concert and drove home.
The cassoulet turned out well which was warming but the radiator in the room where I write this blog stubbornly refused to come on and I faced a chilly evening. However, a phone call to Mrs Tootlepedal, a check on YouTube and some hopeful valve manipulation brought the heat back to life so all was not gloom.
The flying bird of the day is a photographic disgrace but if you only take four bird pictures on a slow day, what can you expect?