Today’s guest picture comes from my friend Bruce, who recently met this Glasgow tram at the Crich National Tramway Museum. It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘going to university’
We had what is probably the last of our superbly sunny spring spell today. As is all too common in life, instead of being out in the sun, I had to sit inside the Welcome to Langholm visitor centre for two hours in the morning as it has just opened for the new season.
At least I did get a couple of visitors to welcome and I was able to to spend some useful time putting a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database so, although I would have preferred to be out cycling, it wasn’t time wasted.
I was also in a very good mood as Dropscone had come round for an early cup of coffee before I went to work, bringing a mountain of drop scones with him. These disappeared so quickly as we drank our coffee that we could only consider that they must have been of the very top quality. Naturally, as Dropscone had made them.
When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal was busy in the garden, having already put an undercoat of paint on another door upstairs. I got the mower out and finished pressing the moss on the middle lawn and then I had a wander round.
There are a host of daffodils now…
…and new flowers as well.
The pond was alive in the sunshine.
After a late lunch and a quick look out of the window…
…I did a bit more mowing and sieved some compost and then I got the fairly speedy bike out and went off to stretch my legs.
I went far enough to see how the alder catkins are doing….
…but I didn’t get too far before I remembered that a friend had told me this morning that the wild goats on Langholm Moor were feeding right beside the road and would make a good photo opportunity. I went back home and picked up Mrs Tootlepedal and Mike Tinker and we went off on a goat hunt.
We saw the goats (Mike spotted them) but the phrase ‘beside the road’ did not spring to mind as they were grazing a good distance from us to say the least….
…and they had managed to find the only spot on the moor where a photograph might be spoiled by electricity lines.
Even with the zoom at full blast, they were too far away but you could see their fine horns.
We couldn’t wait about too long as I had to be home in time for my flute lesson. We did stop for a moment on the way back because a small group of bird watchers were having a good time watching hen harriers and we wondered if they were in view. There was only time for the briefest glimpse of a female before we had to move on.
After a glance at my favourite view….
…and Mike’s cherry tree as we dropped him off…
…we got home in good time for another look round the garden….
….and for my flute pupil Luke, who came for his lesson. We are going to concentrate on tone production and technique for a week or two so I will have to practise hard myself if I am to set a good example.
The flower of the day is a scilla. It is a pity that to get the best view of them, you have to be about three inches tall.
The flying bird of the day is a passing chaffinch.