Today’s guest picture comes from my son Tony, who was walking his dogs along the canal in Edinburgh when he came upon this barge. Thomas Telford was born in Eskdale.
The chief business of the day was saying farewell to Mrs Tootlepedal. She is going to stay with her mother for a few days and this was such a sad event for me that it rained all day here in sympathy.
I took her to Carlisle to catch her train and was hoping that the weather might be better there, as it often is, so that I could go for a walk after waving her off. It turned out that the wet weather was all embracing so I went home and spent a dull afternoon indoors.
I did get a moment to stare out of the window before we went to Carlisle.
My usual friends were on the seed feeder and a dunnock had taken over the fat ball nibbling job from the robin.
It rained quite steadily so even a short walk wasn’t attractive and the only cheer came from the indoor jasmine.
It is doing very well and I just hope that I don’t kill it before Mrs Tootlepedal returns.
There really wasn’t much to say about the day so I am not going to say it.
The Burns supper last night went off without incident and both the toast to the Immortal Memory and the incidental music throughout the evening were very good. I had one good moment. The raffle, which is drawn just before midnight at the end of the proceedings, is always a bit of a trial after the speeches and songs but I managed to persuade the audience to keep very quiet for a while and it was drawn and distributed in record time and we got finished just before the witching hour. Hooray.
The flying bird of the day is a determined chaffinch.