Today’s guest picture is another from my brother’s visit to Exeter. It is self explanatory. (Just in case it isn’t self explanatory, here is a link.)
We had a pretty strong indication from the Met Office that it was going to rain in the afternoon. This meant that if I wanted a pedal, I would have to get organised a bit better than usual and get out promptly after breakfast. To my surprise, I did get organised reasonable promptly and if I didn’t get out strictly after breakfast, it was at least before coffee time when I hit the road.
In view of the impending downpour, I didn’t hang about taking pictures and increasing wind, often a sign of rain here, towards the end of my 25 mile trip encouraged me to pedal a little harder with the result that I got home just before the rain started in earnest.
There was the merest drop or two of rain by the time that I had put my bike in the garage so I got a quick walk round the garden.
I tried out a camera/lens combination which I hadn’t used before and got rather unsatisfactory results but one or two at least showed what I was pointing the camera at.
The Camera Club has a challenge to produce black and white pictures of flowers for next month so readers may expect a few trial efforts from time to time.
There were lots of very unsatisfactory pictures of crocuses on the camera card so I put another one of them through the photo editor….
…in an effort to make the best of the bad job.
I don’t think that that camera/lens combination will reappear, or not at least until there is some much better light.
All the same it was good to see the crocuses were appreciating the 10°C temperature even if it wasn’t sunny.
Mrs Tootlepedal was volunteering at the Buccleuch Centre coffee bar so I went in to have a bit of lonely lunch and a look out of the window.
Chaffinches circled the feeder….
…and I took a couple of portraits as they settled down.
A set of rather severe looking siskins turned up with no time for socialising or fighting.
The day got gloomier and gloomier so I put the camera away and settled down to go over the songs for the choir several times in an effort to get them solidly entrenched in what remains of my brain. There is no doubt that in my case steadily advancing years have taken their toll on my memory. In my youth, I passed all my exams on memory skills alone without bothering to understand much of what I was writing down but now it is a struggle to learn twenty lines.
Annoyingly, as I sing through the songs concentrating on correcting any lapse from my last go, I make a different mistake each time. It is very frustrating. Mrs Tootlepedal came along and that lifted my mood.
The rain is pounding the windows of the house as I write this in the evening but we are being offered the chance of a little sunshine tomorrow which will be welcome. In contrast we are being offered the fourth named storm of the winter on Thursday with the strong possibility of gales and even snow. The storm has been named Doris. This will presumably make Thursday, Doris Day. Whip crack away!
I was looking through the pictures which I had taken at lunchtime when I came across this interesting composition. I took me some time to work out how a bird might have three claws on a perch and simultaneous open and folded wings!
I got there in the end.
The flying bird of the day is another of the chaffinches as I didn’t have much choice today.
Oh the Deadwood Stage…….