Today’s guest picture comes from our daughter’s visit to Devon and shows the picturesque Royal Oak in Winsford, originally a 12th C farmhouse and now a hotel and restaurant.
After a very dry month of May, we are suffering from a very wet June and things are not made better by persistently strong winds. This morning it was merely showery but the very strong wind made cycling deeply unattractive so while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir, I did some pro relaxing on the sofa.
I roused myself for a quick look round the garden but the wind made even ‘hand held’ flower photography a bit of a trial. Luckily the peonies are well sheltered from the prevailing wind.
One of the little roses is coming out but I will need a lot less wind to do it justice. In the absence of birds at the feeder, this goldfinch is very welcome.
The first campanulas have arrived…..
…but they are finding it very hard to keep upright in the wind and the rain.
The Sweet Williams are much more stocky and sturdy.
And the patch of the little yellow allium moly is well sheltered at the front of a bed.
The main business of the day was the last flourish of our Carlisle Choir before the summer break. A modest choral ‘flash mob’ experience had been planned at the Cumberland Infirmary to celebrate the end of a prayer week there and a group of choir members met to be the mob.
We had a practice in our usual rehearsal place and it went remarkably well considering that there were only two tenors and three basses to offset a good bunch of sops and altos.
However, when we got to the Infirmary, the basis of the flash mob experience, i.e. that a few singers should emerge from a crowd and gradually accumulate more singers as the song develops, was slightly undermined by the fact that there were more of us than members of the public but the those members of the public who were there looked suitably amazed and reasonably entertained when we wandered up and started to sing.
The performance went as well as could be expected and we wandered off at the end and went home. I am glad that this was the last time that I will have to sing parts from memory for a few months at least.
I was hoping to go for a walk when we got home but it started to rain just as we turned into the drive and I settled for a second go of pro relaxing in front of the telly. We kept off the politics for a change and watched some triathlon instead. It was very calming.
Looking at the forecast, the showers and strong winds seem set to continue for another week so I will find it hard to get any enjoyable cycle miles in.
Still, if we are confined to the house and telly watching, we should be royally entertained by the sight of our present incompetent government digging themselves an ever deeper hole to get lost in.
Mrs Tootlepedal made a lemon surprise pudding for our evening meal but as she had told me that she was making it, I wasn’t much surprised when it arrived on the table. It was very good though.