Today’s guest picture comes from Mary Jo from Manitoba. She was shopping in Winnipeg at Cabella’s, a huge outdoor store where almost everything (including ladies’ underwear) is available in a camouflage print, when she found herself being supervised by a bison.
After the excitement of the Birmingham outing, we had a very quiet day for the actual occasion of our golden wedding. This was partly because although we have stopped coughing all the time, we are still quite tired after the bug and partly because it was a pretty horrible day outside, with a very stiff wind blowing and the standard issue low clouds shrouding the town again.
Our morning was greatly brightened by the arrival of a handsome bouquet from Mrs Tootlepedal’s brother, sister-in-law and mother. It was generously sized to say the least.
Later in the day, Mrs Tootlepedal got it all sorted into vases and put them on our kitchen table to display the full wonder.
Our neighbour Liz dropped in to give us her good wishes (and a bottle of wine) and then Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to the Buccleuch Centre to have a celebratory lunch. It had a strong haggis element in it in honour of the national poet, Robert Burns, whose anniversary it is tomorrow.
By the time that we had got home, the wind had dropped a little and the weather looked as though it might stay dry so I got the slow bike out and battled along the five miles up the hill to Callister at a new record slow speed and then rolled back down hill and down wind into the town not much faster.
I am not at all fit and had to stop twice on the way up to get my breath back.
The rain had washed all the snow from our hills and the wind had dried the road up so in spite of being blown gently off the road a couple of time as I battled into the breeze, it was a pleasant pedal, even though my average speed ended up in single figures. I was just happy to get out on a bike at all.
I went down to the river on my return journey and was glad to see that the water level had dropped a bit….
…but sorry to see that high waters had swept away the turtle which had appeared last autumn….
…and withstood a small flood or two….
…but had encountered one now that was too strong for it.
I found Mrs Tootlepedal speaking to another neighbour Gaye, who had come with a African Violet in a pot as a gift to mark the occasion.
We are going up to Edinburgh at the weekend to have a meal with our children so we won’t have been short of jollity to mark our golden wedding. We just hope that the 100th one will be as much fun.
No flying bird today but I did pass a heron at Pool Corner when I was out on my bike so it is standing in today.