Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who came upon this sprightly (spritely?) but rather unlikely fountain on one of her walks. It makes me feel a bit nervous looking at it as it looks as though there is going to be a nasty crash in a moment.
We had another chilly day today with the temperature struggling to creep above 5° at best but once again it was dry and not very windy so there was nothing to complain about at all….except that I would have liked some better light for catching flying birds at work.
The morning was one of those that felt quite busy but in retrospect I can’t remember doing very much as I was probably operating in slow motion so that the simplest task took time. I did make some potato soup with potatoes and onions from the garden. The onions are nearly finished but there are still some potatoes to go so they have lasted well.
From time to time, I looked out of the window in the hope of seeing some interesting new visitors but things were very much as normal at the feeder.
Pairs of chaffinches featured largely today.
The general motto was “Here’s looking at you.”
Some of the looks were sideways ones.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off for a Embroiderers’ Guild meeting and I girded up my loins with many layers and went out for a cycle ride.
I was a bit tentative as I hadn’t coughed all day and I didn’t want to set back my recovery by trying too hard but once I had got my legs warmed up and turning, I felt all right and managed a gentle 20 miles, mostly in the shelter of the valley bottom.
There were cloudscapes available….
…and traditional scenes….
…capped by some glowing light on Meikleholm Hill just before I got home….
…which caught a tree on the other side of the road too…
And the whole thing was finished off with a display of vapour trail and flying rooks when I got into the garden.
There was no coughing after the ride so I feel that although my throat is still a little rough, the cold has finally given up and gone away.
Not the least satisfactory thing about the ride was that it brought up 4000 cycling miles for the year which was my plan A back in January. With a few weeks still in hand, if the weather stays kind I may be able to reach the total for Plan B but I think the time off for my cold has scuppered any chance of Plan C.
Still, unlike the madder Brexiteers, I feel than any plan is better than no plan at all so I will be very happy with my 4000 miles even if it snows every day between now and Christmas and I can’t get back on my bike at all.
I had resolved not to watch the Scotland vs New Zealand rugby game on the telly as I thought that we were in for a hammering but in the end I succumbed to temptation and ended up watching a vastly entertaining match where we gave as good as we got or more. We were only undone by making too many mistakes at vital moments, our besetting rugby sin.
In the evening, we went off to the Buccleuch Centre to see six singers do battle with the Rodgers and Hammerstein songbook. As is the fashion these days, they were vastly over amplified for our little theatre and this made their work rather less supple and sympathetic than the music deserved and at times we were being positively pummelled by the noise that they made.
Having said that though, the performers had plenty of pep and the songs have many really beautiful moments where the lyrics and melodies work together delightfully so it was an enjoyable evening.
The flying bird of the day is one of the chaffinches keeping a level head.