Where is Noah when you need him?

Liz's holiday

Today’s guest picture, from my neighbour Liz’s recent holiday, was chosen as an antidote to our current miserable weather.

Liz's holiday

If yesterday was grey, today was greyer.

And wetter.

A lot wetter.

lawn puddle

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.

scone with candle

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.

chaffinch and blue tit

Somehow the robins always manage to look very neatly turned out whatever the weather.

blackbird and robin

And the weather was very ‘whatever’ today as this great tit found.

Great tit

This didn’t help the finches temper at all.

goldfinch and greenfinch and siskin

Goldfinches are non discriminatory shouters.  They will abuse any bird.

goldfinch and greenfinch and siskin

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…

Esk in mild flood

….and the turtle was struggling to keep its head above water.

turtle

The river must have been washing some good stuff down because a couple of ducks were busy feeding.

ducks

The Sawmill Brig was a fine sight, paddling up to its knees in the water.

Sawmill Brig

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.

the new path

rain drops

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.

flying chaffinch

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.

 

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

21 thoughts on “Where is Noah when you need him?

  1. I don’t wish you a happy birthday, as it is nearly over, and it seems as if, despite the weather, you had a pretty pleasant one, so managed very well without my good thoughts (which you would have had earlier if I’d known). No reply expected.

  2. You did well to lighten the bird shots and bring them up out of the gloom. I know that isn’t as easy as it might sound.
    I grew up right beside a river and every spring it looked like yours does now. It still makes me edgy to see one that way, so I hope the rain will stop and yours will get back to normal soon.
    It sounds like it was a happy birthday, just as it should have been.

  3. That amazing ‘stretchable’ river! Wonderful picture of the ducks feeding, and glad to finally actually see the famous scones. They look as delicious as they do doubt tasted.

  4. The choir were very appreciative to you for standing in for Mary. We actually learned quite bit more. Thank you!

  5. It appears you had a happy birthday, torrential rain notwithstanding! I send belated good wishes nevertheless. Congratulations for getting such good photos of the birds in the gloom!

  6. Don’t write a reply…it must tax your brain to think of all the lovely replies you write but I must wish you a Happy Birthday and look forward to another year of life in Langholm. Conducting on your birthday – what a special treat!

  7. Oh, happy, happy, even though I am a bit late. All the Thanksgiving folderol has kept me away from the computer.

  8. A belated Happy Birthday! That is an impressive scone tower of fine quality, worthy of the Queen. 🙂

    I find practical gifts, like your spoon, the best. 🙂

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