Today’s guest picture, from my neighbour Liz’s recent holiday, was chosen as an antidote to our current miserable weather.
If yesterday was grey, today was greyer.
A lot wetter.
As it was my birthday, I took this as a personal insult but I was greatly cheered up by the gift of a delightful plastic spoon from Mrs Tootlepedal, ideal for stirring porridge in the pan and which was, believe it or not, exactly what I wanted.
Further delight was added to an otherwise dreary day by the arrival of Dropscone and Sandy for coffee. As Dropscone had driven down from Glasgow before making scones to bring with him, this was especially welcomed.
We formed a celebration scone tower to mark the great day.
I feel that even the Queen would be quite pleased to have that on her birthday coffee table (though her scones might not be of such good quality).
After Sandy and Dropscone departed, I took a little time to peer through the rain at the bird feeder.
A lot of editing was needed to get the birds to appear out of the gloom.
Somehow the robins always manage to look very neatly turned out whatever the weather.
And the weather was very ‘whatever’ today as this great tit found.
This didn’t help the finches temper at all.
Goldfinches are non discriminatory shouters. They will abuse any bird.
I made some potato soup for lunch as Mrs Tootlepedal was busy sewing a costume for our community pantomime and then after we had eaten some of it for lunch, I put on my waterproof trousers, picked up a brolly and went for a walk.
In the rain.
Quite a lot of the rain had got into the river…
….and the turtle was struggling to keep its head above water.
The river must have been washing some good stuff down because a couple of ducks were busy feeding.
The Sawmill Brig was a fine sight, paddling up to its knees in the water.
But all in all, it wasn’t much of a day for taking pictures so I didn’t take many. There are only so many ways of showing a bit if rain.
I caught up with my correspondence when I got home and then Mrs Tootlepedal cooked me a splendid dish of scrambled eggs on toast with added tomatoes for my birthday tea.
In the evening, I went off to Langholm Sings, our local choir, and found the organisers standing around with very long faces when I arrived. It turned out that with very few practices left before our concert, our conductor and accompanist had been unable to get to Langholm because of flooded roads. The organisers feared that the practice would have to be cancelled as a result.
All was not lost though, as someone suggested that I might be able to help them run through a couple of things. As I love conducting choirs and never get the chance to do it, I leapt at the opportunity and with the aid of one of my very unreliable fingers on the keyboard, we had a full practice and did some useful work. The singers were very sympathetic to the lack of a pianist and put in their best efforts.
I don’t know what the choir thought but I had a lovely time.
It was still raining as we walked home but oddly enough, the river had gone down a bit. There are reports of flooding to the south of us with four inches of rain in South Cumbria.
Once again I was really struggling to get a flying bird and I couldn’t manage one by itself today.
Note: I naturally assume that all the gentle and well disposed readers of this blog wish me a happy birthday so it can easily go without saying and this will free me from the task of trying to provide a different response to the same message many times. Those readers who don’t wish me a happy birthday can kindly keep their thoughts to themselves.