Today’s guest picture shows some raised beds which our daughter Annie is constructing for her London allotment. I look forward to seeing them again later in the year.
The weather was unseasonably warm and calm today but generally rather grey and cloudy again.
Our Carlisle choir started for the new session today and in traditional Sunday mode, I made a stew for the slow cooker while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to church. When I had finished, my daughter Annie and I went out for another short pedal.
The day looked very gloomy when we set off and some cows gave us a hard stare as if wondering about our wisdom…
…but the further we got from the town, the better the weather got and by the time that we had got to our turning point at Westwater…
…there were breaks in the clouds and the sun had even come out.
The big house looked very snug, set in among the surrounding hills.
As we looked towards the town on our return journey, the clouds looked quite threatening…
…but we thought that it looked fine enough for a short diversion up the Cleuchfoot road to add a couple of miles to our ride. As well as an excellent surface, a rare thing round us, this short section of road has many charming views.
We got home after 11 miles without getting rained on and there was time for a look out of the window at the feeders before lunch. The feeders were not busy but a small flock of about ten goldfinches were interested in the seeds.
We had baked potatoes for lunch and then set off to Carlisle to sing with our choir. Annie came with us and she took a stroll round the city centre while we sang and then came into to listen to the end of the practice.
We are getting ready for a competition at the end of February and this doesn’t leave us a lot of time so our conductor got us working hard from the start and didn’t waste a minute during the session. I was pleasantly surprised to be able to sing at all as I have had a persistently ‘sticky’ throat, not sore but annoying, which I can’t get rid of. Thanks to the good warm up and not singing too loudly, I lasted the whole session.
I have been taking Sanderson’s Specific Throat gargle and Wakeman’s menthol throat and chest sweets without any noticeable benefit and I was very grateful when Annie revealed that she had thoughtfully bought me two more throat remedies while she was in the town centre. The sheer volume of all this stuff must surely get my throat cleared at last.
The slow cooked stew turned out well and we settled down for a quiet evening in.
There is no flower or leaf of the day today so a bare tree from our bike ride will have to do instead…
…but there is a faintly fuzzy flying goldfinch of the day in spite of the cloudy weather.