Today’s guest picture was sent to me by our daughter Annie along with the comment, “Guess where I am.” It turns out that it’s not Naples….or Middlesbrough.
Wherever it was, it was a lot nicer there than it was here today. It was raining when we got up and it is still raining, albeit in a rather half hearted way as I write this in the evening and it didn’t stop in between.
Annoyingly the first poppy in a flower bed chose this to be the day to come out…
…so I braved the rain to take a celebratory portrait.
I did go out a couple of times during the day but I was extremely well wrapped up. Luckily it wasn’t windy so a good umbrella helped.
The dull weather helped me get some tasks that were on my ‘to do’ list onto the ‘have done’ list which was good but otherwise it was a very quiet day indoors. The Tour de France provided some very restful viewing of attractive French countryside in the sunshine for several hours until the peace was rudely interrupted by an unexpected outbreak of excitement in the last few hundred metres of the stage.
About tea time, the rain eased off to the merest drizzle so I nipped out into the garden to pick a few gooseberries for stewing and I took a few pictures while I was there.
Raindrops figured largely.
There were flowers without raindrops…
…but not many.
I saw a bird on a wire standing on one leg…
…as my neighbour Gavin passed the garden, taking advantage of the slackening in the rain to have a short walk. He said that there wouldn’t be much for me to photograph today and I replied that there were plenty of raindrops and took one more shot of them…
…and went in and stewed the gooseberries.
It was such a gloomy and chilly day that I lit the stove. I am going to start a campaign to bring back summer.
The flying bird of the day was another that had settled on the wire, this time using both feet.